作词 : 许惟翔 作曲 : 詹岳霖 A voice spoke to my memories Of what was left inside In a vivid dream, I stared blankly Into a stranger’s eyes
Don’t you turn away The stranger in the mirror repeatedly said Feeding off a pain A pain that was not meant to be our fate
A tomorrow I cannot negate
A diminished breed in regress Through heterosis, we shall rise Above the years of confining quest Of our true self in disguise
Filter out the past that holds us back Revert the weaknesses of what nature lacks No more weakness will remain Free us from progressing toward the dawn of men
A tomorrow you cannot negate
[Clement:] “Morality is the intended pain we inflict on each other That we should have otherwise inflicted on ourselves.
It is a projection of the human experience instilled with imperfection. It is what shapes and molds us as singular yet social creatures. It is what makes us human.”
[Duval:] “Nothing in the human experience intrigues me anymore… They are just attachments to the parts in life that you can’t let go… Why succumb to such horror?”
Deluded, you fell prey To the designs injected into your veins A vicious cycle with no end Time and again You reborn into the grave
Our lives weren’t meant to be Living in this strangled reality Leaning towards a destined tomorrow In a tragedy where you play the fool
作词 : 许惟翔 作曲 : 詹岳霖 A voice spoke to my memories Of what was left inside In a vivid dream, I stared blankly Into a stranger’s eyes
Don’t you turn away The stranger in the mirror repeatedly said Feeding off a pain A pain that was not meant to be our fate
A tomorrow I cannot negate
A diminished breed in regress Through heterosis, we shall rise Above the years of confining quest Of our true self in disguise
Filter out the past that holds us back Revert the weaknesses of what nature lacks No more weakness will remain Free us from progressing toward the dawn of men
A tomorrow you cannot negate
[Clement:] “Morality is the intended pain we inflict on each other That we should have otherwise inflicted on ourselves.
It is a projection of the human experience instilled with imperfection. It is what shapes and molds us as singular yet social creatures. It is what makes us human.”
[Duval:] “Nothing in the human experience intrigues me anymore… They are just attachments to the parts in life that you can’t let go… Why succumb to such horror?”
Deluded, you fell prey To the designs injected into your veins A vicious cycle with no end Time and again You reborn into the grave
Our lives weren’t meant to be Living in this strangled reality Leaning towards a destined tomorrow In a tragedy where you play the fool
