[00:00.00] 作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
[00:00.00] 作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
[00:00.00] I cut the weight of connection and lead myself astray
[00:15.63]The end will justify the means but in the end it stays the same
[00:20.58]There’s nothing left at all, nothing left to see
[00:25.62]A restrictive empty exercise within a hollow scheme.
[00:34.14]Do you see the omens?
[00:39.78]Omens
[00:42.96]**** it all, ignore the omens
[00:45.48]Omens
[00:47.37]Omens
[00:53.04]**** it all, ignore the omens.
[00:56.01]An endless recitation thrown right through the looking glass
[01:03.36]I’m trapped inside a parody, a fabricated past.
[01:18.06]Searching for release from all this rising stress
[01:23.19]Charted past the point of caring with a broken compass
[01:28.29]Motes in the eye of God, indulging armageddon
[01:33.09]The devil slits the muse ’s throat and drinks her last confession.
[01:42.03]Do you see the omens?
[01:47.64]Omens
[01:50.79]**** it all, ignore the omens
[01:55.20]Omens
[01:57.69]Omens
[02:00.87]**** it all, ignore the omens.
[02:23.10]I’ve fallen out of touch with who you think I am
[02:28.47]I can’t pretend to care or bother to condemn
[02:33.48]All this rising apathy, it’s growing everyday
[02:38.58]I can’t pretend to care about how this will end.
[02:53.61]All I see are omens
[02:59.25]Omens
[03:02.43]**** it all, ignore the omens
[03:05.40]I see omens
[03:06.84]I hear omens
[03:09.36]I say **** it all, ignore the omens.

作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
I cut the weight of connection and lead myself astray
The end will justify the means but in the end it stays the same
There’s nothing left at all, nothing left to see
A restrictive empty exercise within a hollow scheme.
Do you see the omens?
Omens
**** it all, ignore the omens
Omens
Omens
**** it all, ignore the omens.
An endless recitation thrown right through the looking glass
I’m trapped inside a parody, a fabricated past.
Searching for release from all this rising stress
Charted past the point of caring with a broken compass
Motes in the eye of God, indulging armageddon
The devil slits the muse ’s throat and drinks her last confession.
Do you see the omens?
Omens
**** it all, ignore the omens
Omens
Omens
**** it all, ignore the omens.
I’ve fallen out of touch with who you think I am
I can’t pretend to care or bother to condemn
All this rising apathy, it’s growing everyday
I can’t pretend to care about how this will end.
All I see are omens
Omens
**** it all, ignore the omens
I see omens
I hear omens
I say **** it all, ignore the omens.