The Dissentience - Protest the Hero.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : James Rody Walker/Luke Hoskin/Moe Carlson/Arif Mirabdolbaghi/Timothy Millar
[00:27.84]Down the street half a block away
[00:32.55]In a familiar place regular people
[00:37.11]Agree with each other in smoke signals
[00:41.01](Down the street half a block and in a familiar place
[00:43.71]Regular people are agreeing with each other)
[00:49.77]Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
[00:56.40]The law is aging (oh yes it is)
[00:58.92]Sitting across, telling stories
[01:01.65]Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice
[01:03.99](So sit across the table, feed me some lies)
[01:27.99]So cry ghost, baby
[01:34.62]So on the shelves lined with spines
[01:37.14]The dust collects as scattered ash
[01:39.45]From an urn unturned
[01:41.07]Spilling over someone regular
[01:45.24]And other such regulars
[01:49.17]Cry ghost, or boast
[01:51.60]Of a friend of a friend
[01:54.00]Who saw a strange sight
[01:56.19]Or heard a strange sound
[01:58.32]Now whisper tall tales of murder
[02:07.92]Down the street, half a block away
[02:12.60]In a familiar place, regular people
[02:17.07]Agree with each other in smoke signals
[02:21.12]Brought together to burn, brought together to burn
[02:28.20]Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing
[02:35.16]Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing
[02:58.62]Somebody's little girl
[03:05.73]Dreams of the things she's read
[03:09.75]Somebody's somebody's little girl
[03:13.44]Dreams of the things she read
[03:16.59]Or the monsters in her bed
[03:20.22]Who hacked her
[03:30.06]To blood-meat
[03:38.07]Somebody's little girl
[03:41.58]Dreams of the things she read
[03:44.91]Or the monsters in her bed
[03:47.28]Who hacked her to blood-meat
文本歌词
作曲 : James Rody Walker/Luke Hoskin/Moe Carlson/Arif Mirabdolbaghi/Timothy Millar
Down the street half a block away
In a familiar place regular people
Agree with each other in smoke signals
(Down the street half a block and in a familiar place
Regular people are agreeing with each other)
Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
The law is aging (oh yes it is)
Sitting across, telling stories
Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice
(So sit across the table, feed me some lies)
So cry ghost, baby
So on the shelves lined with spines
The dust collects as scattered ash
From an urn unturned
Spilling over someone regular
And other such regulars
Cry ghost, or boast
Of a friend of a friend
Who saw a strange sight
Or heard a strange sound
Now whisper tall tales of murder
Down the street, half a block away
In a familiar place, regular people
Agree with each other in smoke signals
Brought together to burn, brought together to burn
Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing
Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing
Somebody's little girl
Dreams of the things she's read
Somebody's somebody's little girl
Dreams of the things she read
Or the monsters in her bed
Who hacked her
To blood-meat
Somebody's little girl
Dreams of the things she read
Or the monsters in her bed
Who hacked her to blood-meat