one more all people good hearts One more have you discovered another cold planet one more have you discovered another cold planet one more Moses
翻訳: はGuided by Voices. もう一つの.
strange moonlight? No guiding star So far from home Walked the way o' promise to find but snow Throughout, the voice of the winds brings nothing more
always one more hill to climb There's always one more hill to climb Bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion Guided by subconscious voices
by the righteous parasite Searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree of life Smight, eadamite, sodomite, more
't go on Said one voice in the forest Welcome to insanity hall where nobody scape Arcadia Gates Twilight of lost dreams Arcadia Gates No return never more
then I'll gladly join and make plans but for now only our t-shirts cry freedom and our voices are gagged by our greed our minds are harnessed by knowledge by
I'll join you and gladly make plans But for now only our t-shirts cry freedom And our voices are gagged by our greed Our minds are harnessed by knowledge By
I heard em say me and K don't even speak no more Then why you hear my voice coming out these speakers for We gone keep on talking we gone keep on walking
seen love - in a burning haze Don't you tell me I squandered this precious life For much too long I listened to your insidious voice Deafened by fear, blinded by
the mountain on high Towards the battle we go side by side Our hearts are filled with honor and pride 'Cause we know our time has come Silent voices
me, says they came to talk to me though The more of us that lies, I guess kids don't live or die Let Gorillaz be you guiding light and your shining
The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight supplies
poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by
palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
we stood so closely by watched them hold each other's hand On their faces love had written we're making plans Then he said to her you're my guiding
and sadness The first to be gripped by this foul crimson madness This brutal psychosis could not be explained No one single cause was suggested or blamed But no one
