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  • 作曲 : Tommy Siegel
    Everything under the sun
    Is getting burned
    Everything under the moon
    Is gonna sleep
    And I think that one day soon
    It's all gonna
    Big bags of blood bore by inference, big bags of water
    Sticks too tightly after
    Seems likes packaging are hurtling through busy city streets
    They're running fast, but what are they running from?
    Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news
    But I've been all around,
    I've seen the globe from upside down
    There's no bearded man on a fiery flow
    With angels blowing trumpets below and calling out his judgment sounds
    If god exists in a place like this then
    Where else could a god or goddess be if he or she is not trapped inside?
    What if it's all just a black abyss and lips that kiss you
    When you're sick or feeling just a little out of touch
  • 作曲 : Tommy Siegel
    Everything under the sun
    Is getting burned
    Everything under the moon
    Is gonna sleep
    And I think that one day soon
    It's all gonna
    Big bags of blood bore by inference, big bags of water
    Sticks too tightly after
    Seems likes packaging are hurtling through busy city streets
    They're running fast, but what are they running from?
    Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news
    But I've been all around,
    I've seen the globe from upside down
    There's no bearded man on a fiery flow
    With angels blowing trumpets below and calling out his judgment sounds
    If god exists in a place like this then
    Where else could a god or goddess be if he or she is not trapped inside?
    What if it's all just a black abyss and lips that kiss you
    When you're sick or feeling just a little out of touch