作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart “son, did you stare too long in front of the that mirror? Did it break you when your conscience didn't get any clearer With the stomach you fill with all the food you eat And lack of pain you feel for the eyes that weep Outside your window sill of the castle where you sleep? Has the sun stopped shining upon the crown you hang? Has your love and your hate started to feel the same? Did that leave you feeling empty, feeling sick, Feeling as empty as a child's stomach? As alone as forsaken as you'd like to be There are shoreless miseries of oceans, not seas While you wallow and wail in our tower of ivory Your sister is starving, your brother is begging your sisters are starving, your brothers are begging your mothers are mourning, your fathers are folding unseen, unsung – under the same sun wake up, look up, there's a warmth up there a reminder of peace, a reason to care a reason to c are wake up, look up, that's something you share. There's more to life than the boy in that mirror… Wake up, wake up, wake up.” …from the depths of this hell: Where the free are slaves. No difference between the cowards and brave, Where our love and hate have become the same, It's time that we “unbecame”… Where the ears are deaf, and the tongues too dry Where the arm's don't hold, and seeing eyes go blind Where nothing Is everything And everything is nothing: “arise-my soul, and sing.”
作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart “son, did you stare too long in front of the that mirror? Did it break you when your conscience didn't get any clearer With the stomach you fill with all the food you eat And lack of pain you feel for the eyes that weep Outside your window sill of the castle where you sleep? Has the sun stopped shining upon the crown you hang? Has your love and your hate started to feel the same? Did that leave you feeling empty, feeling sick, Feeling as empty as a child's stomach? As alone as forsaken as you'd like to be There are shoreless miseries of oceans, not seas While you wallow and wail in our tower of ivory Your sister is starving, your brother is begging your sisters are starving, your brothers are begging your mothers are mourning, your fathers are folding unseen, unsung – under the same sun wake up, look up, there's a warmth up there a reminder of peace, a reason to care a reason to c are wake up, look up, that's something you share. There's more to life than the boy in that mirror… Wake up, wake up, wake up.” …from the depths of this hell: Where the free are slaves. No difference between the cowards and brave, Where our love and hate have become the same, It's time that we “unbecame”… Where the ears are deaf, and the tongues too dry Where the arm's don't hold, and seeing eyes go blind Where nothing Is everything And everything is nothing: “arise-my soul, and sing.”
