作词 : Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 作曲 : Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 Is there any sign to prove that I’m here? Does every body have a place to be? Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? We think in a dream, as if living. A dream in which we live called reality. We're not anything we think we are. Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, we're only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. See nothing! ****, nothing's our everything! Take whatever credit for your so-called originality. Comes and goes it's just a perpetual cycle… Is there any sign to prove that I’m here? Does every body have a place to be? Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? Presented to us is a paint by senses. Without a reference we cry "This is it!" We little figures flourish and wilt in a frame prefixed. Dear the Infinite, aren’t we fun to be played with? Grace our fate with a way to heighten our state. We're not anything we think we are. Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, we're only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. See nothing! ****, nothing's our everything! Take whatever credit for your so-called originality. Comes and goes it's just a perpetual cycle we've been waiting by the assembly line so desperate to be a part of.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 [00:01.000] 作曲 : Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 [01:15.189]Is there any sign to prove that I’m here? [01:21.190]Does every body have a place to be? [01:27.189]Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? [01:38.691]We think in a dream, as if living. [01:50.439]A dream in which we live called reality. [02:34.690]We're not anything we think we are. [02:37.941]Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. [02:40.689]I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, [02:43.690]we're only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. [02:46.940]We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. [02:49.690]See nothing! ****, nothing's our everything! [02:52.941]Take whatever credit for your so-called originality. [02:55.689]Comes and goes it's just a perpetual cycle… [03:46.440]Is there any sign to prove that I’m here? [03:52.690]Does every body have a place to be? [03:58.441]Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? [04:10.688]Presented to us is a paint by senses. [04:16.688]Without a reference we cry "This is it!" [04:22.441]We little figures flourish and wilt in a frame prefixed. [04:34.437]Dear the Infinite, aren’t we fun to be played with? [04:46.440]Grace our fate with a way to heighten our state. [04:58.689]We're not anything we think we are. [05:01.690]Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. [05:04.690]I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, [05:07.687]we're only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. [05:10.940]We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. [05:13.940]See nothing! ****, nothing's our everything! [05:16.690]Take whatever credit for your so-called originality. [05:19.939]Comes and goes it's just a perpetual cycle we've been waiting by the assembly line so desperate to be a part of.
