歌词
I'm always doubting about myself. About the future, the dream.
Will it just be a dream? I'm too blind to see.
The light is coming, but far behind the darkness inside of me.
The light, please direct me through the dark road ahead.
'Cause I'm too close to death.
The dusk is coming. Birds don't sing.
They leave to search for the place where can breathe.
Skyline is twisted.
I'm searching for the peace. Not long-last severity.
The situation is getting nasty.
Where the hell should I be looking for the things I miss.
Lights are sparking, like the sudden of dripping.
Ripple was set off, like the city was waken.
Falling into night doesn't make it sleep.
But the scene in front of me have made me sick.
Lust and desire, fame and pride, love or die.
Stories are always stunning.
But what about those scenes behind?
Tears and crying, to survive, to give up her life.
The feelings inside entwine my mind like vines.
Whether we are born to take up grinds.
I don't wanna die before I get what I've been chasing.
But my sight is vague like opaque un-wiped glasses.
Those people joked 'bout me giggled my patience.
There must be a reason.
No tears left to cry.
'Cause I had let it slide.
Just pay some more to carry on?
Since the day I'd been crazed as you called me so.
Words are carven. The vicious spitting.
My head is winding.
How to keep ones' kindness?
Pretending. Fake-smiling.
Perfume stinking.
Nice sxxt without shining.
Satisfying their vanity, for dirt they would even die-trying.
Lights start to off. Off-limits, I go outrages.
The pain corrodes me, roughly, hurt off-pages.
It swallows me with the day I've been craving.
Nothing left but flesh makes me a craven.
Be the one or just be the ones？
With the one just be their friends?
There ain't gon' be no self-respect.
Be off the road. Nights are gorgeous and charming.
It attracts me. With its beauty, it seduces me.
A prostitute for life or a martyr for a goddamn second.
A war without guns and fire is on.
A warrior's in the battle with no weapon and arm.
Bleak lights with the pen, tears are drying. I'm asking:
How far can I get off from that sxxt?
No tears left to cry.
'Cause I had let it slide.
Just pay some more to carry on?
Since the day I'd been crazed as you called me so.
The lights are merely gone. I'm frustrated.
In the darkness, my sense is devastated.
Since the day, I've been regarded as crazy.
At the last moment, the faith seems worthless.
They surround me, staring at me.
Searching on me, there's something that they've been needing on me.
They lay me down on the slab.
And then seems unreal.
The light is coming and it shines on me.
"No more story", I say to myself.
"Hope is free." Withstanding the pain, my bones ain't bended.
The path is glowing, unexpectedly, waiting for me.
The aura of mud and viola is really flowing.
Sun is illuminating. To me, it's resurrecting.
The path is paved with the brand new beginning.
It's hard to see the sea.
But if I want, I will be running on it to the beach.
Joy is free without critics and blaming.
The night is still coming, and I'm the one who will keep fighting.
Life ain't nothing but a trouble-machine.
Fix it and carry, it's hard and heavy.
Talk that talk, their words ain't even worth a penny.
The path is safe and clear but we cannot have it.
Funk the day and night.
Struggle ain't even divided.
Stopping being so self-pity.
Funk you and your brittle spirits.
Take the pen with the lights 'write your continued story.
Life is always hard.
We will keep stumbling and falling, and get up.
However, there are always some people try to drag you down.
Standing-up is the tough road ahead.
And what you need is moving forward, even crawling.
Cause the light will come, and you will be the shining one.
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