歌手:Novelists
专辑:《Noir》

作词 : Nicolas Delestrade/Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand/Charles-Henri Teule/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino
作曲 : Nicolas Delestrade/Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand/Charles-Henri Teule/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino
I see the eyes of a thousand suns
Staring at all these lonely beings of carbon
Lost in the desert of their souls
Seeking a meaning to their existence
A sense to their lives
We are the desperate souls
The children of a bottomless chasm
We are the shadow of a dying world
We're thousands, dead inside
No constellation in our eyes
Just dead stars
(My poor friends what a sorry state we're in)
You'll find no source of light
Nor any answers in our hearts
Just grey souls
To numb the pain devour the soul like a black hole
And let us fade along these monotonous days
We're broken, seeking a way...
Seeking a way out of this endless hell
Confined inside the back of our ******* skulls
We cower to hide from the light of the stars
Back into the mire
We're hopelessly drowning
Our evils meddle with each ******* day
This nascent fire will forever consume us
We're thousands dead inside
No constellation in our eyes
Just dead stars
(My poor friends what a sorry state we're in)
You'll find no source of light
Nor any answers in our hearts
But grey souls