[00:00.000] 作词 : After the Burial
[00:01.000] 作曲 : After the Burial
[00:41.153]In the twisting I see myself
[00:44.712]Pixelated construed I am reaching out
[00:48.60]For something for you to hold on
[00:51.429]But I never do failing I never will
[00:54.807]Some things some things just do not exist
[01:01.554]Some days some days I'll be the evoked of
[01:08.192]The hope for for a landing for a safety
[01:15.141]But the synapse fires exploding
[01:20.109]And this is letting go
[01:24.108]Life this is a lesson that we don't sign up for
[01:30.126]But we fatefully learn
[01:32.154]And as I grow old
[01:34.13]Time will break me apart
[01:44.742]From stem to bough and my heart to reason
[01:50.169]I will become the dirt of which I began
[01:57.876]I will become the dirt of which I began
[02:07.764]Distracted by imperfection
[02:14.273]We are covered in rust
[02:18.153]Hopeless and distant hopeless and distant
[02:22.800]Side to side
[02:24.440]From season to season we fall apart
[02:33.759]So hold this in your hand and don't let go
[02:39.257]These are the things that we live for
[02:42.856]Some things some things just do not exist
[02:49.673]Some days some days I'll be the evoked of
[02:56.373]Dissonant but we still try
[02:59.952]Prudent through our brothers'eyes
[03:06.52]Back at the start
[03:08.92]We lost our direction
[03:36.685]We are covered in rust
[03:39.384]Hopeless and distant we sway side to side
[03:43.943]Distracted by imperfection
[03:47.141]We fall we fall apart

作词 : After the Burial
作曲 : After the Burial
In the twisting I see myself
Pixelated construed I am reaching out
For something for you to hold on
But I never do failing I never will
Some things some things just do not exist
Some days some days I'll be the evoked of
The hope for for a landing for a safety
But the synapse fires exploding
And this is letting go
Life this is a lesson that we don't sign up for
But we fatefully learn
And as I grow old
Time will break me apart
From stem to bough and my heart to reason
I will become the dirt of which I began
I will become the dirt of which I began
Distracted by imperfection
We are covered in rust
Hopeless and distant hopeless and distant
Side to side
From season to season we fall apart
So hold this in your hand and don't let go
These are the things that we live for
Some things some things just do not exist
Some days some days I'll be the evoked of
Dissonant but we still try
Prudent through our brothers'eyes
Back at the start
We lost our direction
We are covered in rust
Hopeless and distant we sway side to side
Distracted by imperfection
We fall we fall apart