[00:00.000] 作词 : Joseph Alfred Carroll/Harry Andrew Stanley Wilkinson/Jacob Patrick Hayes/Matthew John Buonaccorsi
[00:00.927] 作曲 : Joseph Alfred Carroll/Harry Andrew Stanley Wilkinson/Jacob Patrick Hayes/Matthew John Buonaccorsi
[00:01.855]
[00:16.805] Let me tell you the story of The Invisible Man
[00:22.484] Forgotten himself in the land of the damned
[00:29.007] Now no one can reach him, lost in the cracks of reality
[00:34.232] Savagery, taking his hand, breaking his stance, he's lost in his glance
[00:40.923] No matter never when I try, through your eyes I see emotions that you hide
[00:46.465] Ain't it funny how there's nothing that will last?
[00:48.882] Screwed up looking faces like they had or wear a mask
[00:51.976] All I ask is that you're open for a minute now
[00:56.732] Never long enough to grasp
[00:59.485] Like the smoke grows from my hands in a flash
[01:03.280] With each other can we last?
[01:07.697]
[01:27.232] The truth, it hides
[01:38.168] The truth, it hides
[01:49.332] It hides
[01:53.575]
[02:10.000] Wisps of smoke caressed the mountains beneath the moon
[02:12.948] The sky fell backwards, a deep and dark green blue
[02:15.957] The gaze you cast was absent, when you were there it wasn't you
[02:19.052] A shell of who you were before the hurt inside there grew
[02:22.274] Chew down on your emotions, volcanic ruptures brew
[02:25.663] Colder as the days go by like early morning dew
[02:28.760] A different kind of blue, miles gone too soon
[02:32.128] Afflicted feelings bloom, past trauma is a tomb
[02:35.046] I can see why you might choose to blame someone else before you lose
[02:38.556] Track of who you were as the night begins to loom
[02:41.771] The air inside the room became thicker than a fool
[02:44.985] You could cut it with a knife, so it's safe to not assume
[02:48.276] The shadows of your past, they dance behind your sunken eyes
[02:51.562] Subconsciously contract, over time you say you're fine
[02:54.736] Over time you learn to cry, but anxiety made you shy
[02:58.320] Clutching to the lies you tell yourself not satisfied
[03:03.466]
[03:51.861] The truth
[03:53.344] It hides
[03:55.101] The truth
[03:56.530] It hides
[04:04.283] The truth
[04:05.844] It hides
[04:07.398] The truth
[04:08.960] It hides, hides
[04:16.760] The truth
[04:18.179] It hides
[04:19.669] The truth
[04:21.193] It hides
[04:28.877] The truth
[04:30.435] It hides
[04:32.060] The truth
[04:33.636] It hides
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作词 : Joseph Alfred Carroll/Harry Andrew Stanley Wilkinson/Jacob Patrick Hayes/Matthew John Buonaccorsi
作曲 : Joseph Alfred Carroll/Harry Andrew Stanley Wilkinson/Jacob Patrick Hayes/Matthew John Buonaccorsi
Let me tell you the story of The Invisible Man
Forgotten himself in the land of the damned
Now no one can reach him, lost in the cracks of reality
Savagery, taking his hand, breaking his stance, he's lost in his glance
No matter never when I try, through your eyes I see emotions that you hide
Ain't it funny how there's nothing that will last?
Screwed up looking faces like they had or wear a mask
All I ask is that you're open for a minute now
Never long enough to grasp
Like the smoke grows from my hands in a flash
With each other can we last?
The truth, it hides
The truth, it hides
It hides
Wisps of smoke caressed the mountains beneath the moon
The sky fell backwards, a deep and dark green blue
The gaze you cast was absent, when you were there it wasn't you
A shell of who you were before the hurt inside there grew
Chew down on your emotions, volcanic ruptures brew
Colder as the days go by like early morning dew
A different kind of blue, miles gone too soon
Afflicted feelings bloom, past trauma is a tomb
I can see why you might choose to blame someone else before you lose
Track of who you were as the night begins to loom
The air inside the room became thicker than a fool
You could cut it with a knife, so it's safe to not assume
The shadows of your past, they dance behind your sunken eyes
Subconsciously contract, over time you say you're fine
Over time you learn to cry, but anxiety made you shy
Clutching to the lies you tell yourself not satisfied
The truth
It hides
The truth
It hides
The truth
It hides
The truth
It hides, hides
The truth
It hides
The truth
It hides
The truth
It hides
The truth
It hides