作词 : Chris Corner 作曲 : Chris Corner You are haunted by the tremor of your light Walking circles crossing lines And if the stirring of your soul,of this fury You are haunted by the turmoil of your lives Walking circles, crossing lines And it is tearing up your souls, of this fury Jumping hurdles, just to abide
You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is the jigsaw blown apart
You are the ghost of Utopia You're the conquered stars, the divided hearts You are the ghost of Utopia You're the miracle of America
Every time you learn you don't regret All your hurting, all your debts Cause the wife and kids won't help you to forget The emergency of your secrets and your trash
You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is the jigsaw blown apart
You are the ghosts of Utopia You're the conquered scars, the divided hearts You are the ghost of Utopia You're the miracle of America
You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis
作词 : Chris Corner 作曲 : Chris Corner You are haunted by the tremor of your light Walking circles crossing lines And if the stirring of your soul,of this fury You are haunted by the turmoil of your lives Walking circles, crossing lines And it is tearing up your souls, of this fury Jumping hurdles, just to abide
You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is the jigsaw blown apart
You are the ghost of Utopia You're the conquered stars, the divided hearts You are the ghost of Utopia You're the miracle of America
Every time you learn you don't regret All your hurting, all your debts Cause the wife and kids won't help you to forget The emergency of your secrets and your trash
You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is the jigsaw blown apart
You are the ghosts of Utopia You're the conquered scars, the divided hearts You are the ghost of Utopia You're the miracle of America
You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis This is psychosis
