The Matter of Thoughts - Drownship

The Matter of Thoughts LRC歌词

作词 : Jonas Borchers 作曲 : Floris Lange van Ravenswaay/Wolfram Zarnack/Dominik Henrich/Christian Brück My pain is a song that no one hears Yet it moves my outworn soul to tears Agony drips from every verse Each of the notes is well rehearsed I'm drowning in a siren's voice Coffined by crescending noise There is no dignity in death There's no salvation in wrath And pride is mere a mask to hide behind Hide your woe, oppressor of your mind The matter of my thoughts drags me down Into the chasm of my mind Like a drawing in a mirror's scape There is no lie I could find My heart is a canvas paint it grey Or paint it blue, let hope prevail Sprinkle it with love and joy Or portray me as the cowards toy There's no color on my mind Please sculpture me cause I am blind Ache is just a metaphor For the moments we abhore Love, a craving imminence Fragile seems what we adore Death may numb you to the core But spreads the plague of sadness forth Deep in my whomb I feel it grow Ache is just a metaphor For the moments we abhore Love, a craving imminence Fragile seems what we adore There is no color on my mind There is no pride, no mask to hide behind My pain is a fruit I swallow whole, Deep in my womb I feel it grow, I want to be gone, but not with regret, I don't want no tears in vain to be shed.