作词 : Ted Phelps/David Andrecht 作曲 : Ted Phelps/David Andrecht Now it's so easy to see Fold in life we disguise Shall we receive a promise collect? Detaching the soul We must accept But it's you I feel the pain I'm sick and tired of the lies I feel I've fallen to the ground I cannot see I feel creation when it dies Senses sing to our demise You are the source from which I cannot hide I cannot fight the strength is palmed Your torture remains my deepest fall To remind us you have the field Willful to see it was a need Now the promise the bleed Holds the mind you destroyed Can you relieve a putrid neglect? Attaching the soul There's no regrets But it lives in all the pain in all the lies we try to hide I've seen it hit the ground But no one hears I feel creation when it dies Senses sing to our demise We are creation when it dies Senses sing to our demise Bring back the world I deny You are the source from which I cannot hide编辑于2023/12/13更新