[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tomas Nils Haake/Fredrik Carl Thordendal
[00:01.00] 作词 : Haake, Thordendal
[00:22.77]We're the carriers of a new anomaly
[00:23.67]Fold, unfold, bend, shift color
[00:27.60]Always turning our backs to the wind
[00:29.43]Deaf to the inner voices screaming
[00:32.10]Purpose, profit, act only to gain
[00:36.03]Blistered tounges from licking greed ward
[00:37.05]Taste the enemy, throw up their means
[00:41.97]Swallow the bits that fit your needs
[00:42.84]Keep your eyes searching in all directions
[00:49.86]Scanning for opportunities
[00:50.73]Off you go begin your climb
[00:55.38]Aim for the topmost twig of lies
[00:56.22]Put on a shape to pass undisturbed
[00:57.51]Pick a color to blend with surroundings
[01:00.60]Choose a voice suiting appropriate
[01:01.56]For the never benignant purpose
[01:06.18]Spin your eyes to read the court
[01:08.91]Smoothen your path before the start
[01:14.58]Even out fill the holes
[01:15.03]With the toxic clay of your rotting heart
[01:18.12]A contagious neuro-ego-disease a virus sticking to liars
[01:23.55]We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire
[01:25.32]Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion our numbers exceeding the billions
[01:33.21]Everly walking among ourselves down are the corridor of chameleons
[01:38.04]Continue through the skin of boughs
[02:26.16]Navigate to keep you straight on track
[02:29.22]Make the right ramification-turns
[02:31.20]Conceit will be your allied guide
[02:34.80]Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly
[02:36.78]Veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams
[02:40.86]Every obstacle surmountable
[02:41.58]To the clouded vision you've conceived
[02:43.17]Scan the wall of truth for cracks your prey
[03:11.55]The secrets hiding therein feed upon its nourishing intestines
[03:15.75]To bring you forth in the game
[03:17.16]With every single step taken on the road of games called success
[03:21.18]There's a fee for every lie, the currency, your dissolving integrity
[03:25.05]Will you make it to the top of the tree?
[03:27.33]Is the fortune there to be found, chameleons are a short-lived breed
[03:30.33]Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground

作曲 : Tomas Nils Haake/Fredrik Carl Thordendal
作词 : Haake, Thordendal
We're the carriers of a new anomaly
Fold, unfold, bend, shift color
Always turning our backs to the wind
Deaf to the inner voices screaming
Purpose, profit, act only to gain
Blistered tounges from licking greed ward
Taste the enemy, throw up their means
Swallow the bits that fit your needs
Keep your eyes searching in all directions
Scanning for opportunities
Off you go begin your climb
Aim for the topmost twig of lies
Put on a shape to pass undisturbed
Pick a color to blend with surroundings
Choose a voice suiting appropriate
For the never benignant purpose
Spin your eyes to read the court
Smoothen your path before the start
Even out fill the holes
With the toxic clay of your rotting heart
A contagious neuro-ego-disease a virus sticking to liars
We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire
Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion our numbers exceeding the billions
Everly walking among ourselves down are the corridor of chameleons
Continue through the skin of boughs
Navigate to keep you straight on track
Make the right ramification-turns
Conceit will be your allied guide
Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly
Veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams
Every obstacle surmountable
To the clouded vision you've conceived
Scan the wall of truth for cracks your prey
The secrets hiding therein feed upon its nourishing intestines
To bring you forth in the game
With every single step taken on the road of games called success
There's a fee for every lie, the currency, your dissolving integrity
Will you make it to the top of the tree?
Is the fortune there to be found, chameleons are a short-lived breed
Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground