원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Criticism bullets
Fired everywhere
Hurt everything
Guns in hands of those who’re still against
As long as there’s a flaw we’ll be firing against
Even to the final word we will change again
Cause there’s no end in evolution
That’s just a perfect delusion
Manage imaginary
That’s what we only have
Gutta cavat lapidem
non vid sed saepe cadendo
There’s no statement
That could keep us enchained to whole
As slaves who reject freedom
Manage imaginary
That’s what we’ll always have
“I hope there’s still people
(I hope you’re still there to cross the line with your voice)
Who know that what they’re Laughing at
Isn’t laughable
And what they’re smiling at
Is truly meaningless
What they cry about
Isn’t sad enough.
I hope there’s still people
Who know what they are, and what they’re not.
I hope there’s still people.
Who know what they laugh at
Who know what they smile at
And why they cry those eyes out.”
I know who I am.
I know who I’m not.
And I will strike
Til my thoughts are scattered out of my mind
