歌词
I've sealed myself in
Laminated all of my skin
Sellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we matching our end
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
Builder of Routines
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine our mend
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
How I hate middle age
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy has sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines
专辑信息
1.Anthem for a Lost Cause
2.Show Me the Wonder
3.This Sullen Welsh Heart
4.Manorbier
5.Running Out of Fantasy
6.3 Ways To See Despair
7.Rewind the Film
8.Builder of Routines
9.As Holy As the Soil (That Buries Your Skin)
10.4 Lonely Roads
11.30-Year War
12.(I Miss the) Tokyo Skyline
13.This Sullen Welsh Heart (Demo)
14.Show Me the Wonder (Demo)
15.Rewind the Film (Demo)
16.Builder of Routines (Demo)
17.4 Lonely Roads (Demo)
18.(I Miss the) Tokyo Skyline (Demo)
19.Anthem for a Lost Cause (Demo)
20.As Holy As the Soil (That Buries Your Skin) (Demo)
21.3 Ways To See Despair (Demo)
22.Running Out of Fantasy (Demo)
23.Manorbier (Demo)
24.30-Year War (Demo)