[00:00.000] 作词 : Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino/Amaël Durand
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino/Amaël Durand
[00:07.905]It’s getting harder to breathe,
[00:08.788]Harder to feel free.
[00:10.621]It’s getting tougher to write,
[00:11.995]Tougher to feel things.
[00:13.815]It’s getting harder to live,
[00:15.207]Harder to pay bills, hard to feel alive.
[00:20.604]It’s getting harder to breathe,
[00:21.958]Harder to feel free.
[00:23.803]It’s getting tougher to write,
[00:25.117]Tougher to feel things,
[00:27.348]I need help.
[00:28.717]I feel sick of taking these pills.
[00:31.912]Life must be sweet once we’re ****ing dead.
[00:36.467]Yeah, once we’re dead.
[00:47.355]Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
[01:00.603]Lost in the noise of this world.
[01:06.404]Show me the way through the darkness.
[01:14.984]I gotta pay for a daydream.
[01:18.141]Look at my soul, trapped with the bailiffs.
[01:21.277]I might die, starving to death,
[01:24.004]Biting my own tail again and again.
[01:28.034]I can’t hear myself think,
[01:31.274]This ****ing room must be talking ‘cause I can hear it.
[01:34.419]I see me kissing death between these walls.
[01:37.128]Life must be sweet on the other side.
[01:55.761]I don’t wanna pay for a ****ing life that I don’t want,
[02:00.264]Because the rats get fat while the brave men die.
[02:03.871]That ain’t a lie.
[02:05.228]It’s sad to say but that’s how the world ****ing runs.
[02:16.034]No, this is not for the money, put your doubts aside.
[02:19.171]Music is not about filling a ****ing bank account.
[02:21.879]That’s what they want, not what we ****ing wanted.
[02:25.935]It makes me sick,
[02:26.832]Sick of seeing mother****ers ruling the world whereas it burns.
[02:35.004]Sick of living in a world that I don’t understand.
[02:38.695]Amongst the wolves,
[02:42.333]Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
[02:55.019]Lost in the noise of this world,
[03:01.329]Show me the way through the darkness.
[03:09.536]If I’m a basket case,
[03:10.863]This casket will welcome me with open arms
[03:15.862]Like an old friend of mine.
[03:18.583]Just like an old friend of mine.
[03:22.691]Oh, I need a room to breathe.
[03:32.985]No, I can’t go on like this.
[03:36.176]It’s getting harder to breathe,
[03:37.982]Harder to feel free.
[03:39.349]It’s getting tougher to write,
[03:40.708]Tougher to feel things, I need help.
[03:44.359]I feel sick of taking these pills.
[03:47.506]This life must be sweet once we’re dead.
[04:02.524]****.
[04:12.924]Hell is full, don’t you see?
[04:15.640]Hell is full and we’re dragged into the depths.
[04:18.805]Oh shit… Heaven doesn’t exist.
[04:23.349]We dance between the devil’s hands.

作词 : Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino/Amaël Durand
作曲 : Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino/Amaël Durand
It’s getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It’s getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things.
It’s getting harder to live,
Harder to pay bills, hard to feel alive.
It’s getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It’s getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things,
I need help.
I feel sick of taking these pills.
Life must be sweet once we’re ****ing dead.
Yeah, once we’re dead.
Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
Lost in the noise of this world.
Show me the way through the darkness.
I gotta pay for a daydream.
Look at my soul, trapped with the bailiffs.
I might die, starving to death,
Biting my own tail again and again.
I can’t hear myself think,
This ****ing room must be talking ‘cause I can hear it.
I see me kissing death between these walls.
Life must be sweet on the other side.
I don’t wanna pay for a ****ing life that I don’t want,
Because the rats get fat while the brave men die.
That ain’t a lie.
It’s sad to say but that’s how the world ****ing runs.
No, this is not for the money, put your doubts aside.
Music is not about filling a ****ing bank account.
That’s what they want, not what we ****ing wanted.
It makes me sick,
Sick of seeing mother****ers ruling the world whereas it burns.
Sick of living in a world that I don’t understand.
Amongst the wolves,
Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
Lost in the noise of this world,
Show me the way through the darkness.
If I’m a basket case,
This casket will welcome me with open arms
Like an old friend of mine.
Just like an old friend of mine.
Oh, I need a room to breathe.
No, I can’t go on like this.
It’s getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It’s getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things, I need help.
I feel sick of taking these pills.
This life must be sweet once we’re dead.
****.
Hell is full, don’t you see?
Hell is full and we’re dragged into the depths.
Oh shit… Heaven doesn’t exist.
We dance between the devil’s hands.