歌手:BONSAI BOULEVARD
专辑:《BONSAI BOULEVARD》

Bordered by hundreds of other places where none would aim
one fingered glove to the exit
Are there more tongues to come gonna run away from the one to say
conquer the guards (gods) of our progress
But stones on a plate we are shuddering away, in the
pitch-shifting hum of abundance
While cold iron dangerous waves of distortion lay
smoldering waste to our conscience

Bordered by hundreds of other places where none would aim
one fingered glove to the exit
Are there more tongues to come gonna run away from the one to say
conquer the guards gods of our progress
But stones on a plate we are shuddering away, in the
pitch-shifting hum of abundance
While cold iron dangerous waves of distortion lay
smoldering waste to our conscience

Golden in the arms of a raised up alarm that sway
forward and motion us upwards
Over your own heart lay patience upon as a
blanket of warmth for the process
For the moment awaits for your bones to awaken as
slowly as chaste as you'd want them
'Cause the only real way to get out of this place is say
all you are god (3x)

Bordered by hundreds of other places where none would aim
one fingered glove to the exit
Are there more tongues to come gonna run away from the one to say
conquer the guards (gods) of our progress
But stones on a plate we are shuddering away, in the
pitch-shifting hum of abundance
While cold iron dangerous waves of distortion lay
smoldering waste…
Conscience is consciousness slowly erased