Citizen - Ihsahn.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Vegard Sverre 'Ihsahn' Tveitan
[00:34.53]Citizen! Whence came your voice
[00:37.05]Your right to speak?
[00:40.53]Is there a purpose to your tongue
[00:43.14]And gnawing teeth?
[00:46.59]I ask thee;
[00:46.98]How deep and hollow
[00:48.66]Is your mouth?
[00:50.82]What lie is too decayed
[00:52.95]For you to stomach?
[01:01.89]With humility and obedience
[01:06.27]You pride yourself
[01:12.99]Evasive and lukewarm
[01:17.22]Until the end
[01:18.00]Citizen! The interdependent morality
[01:32.70]Of your collective
[01:34.59]Made too soft the bed
[01:36.54]In which you lie.
[01:39.39]I ask thee;
[01:40.32]Do you acknowledge
[01:42.03]Your own fragility
[01:45.15]When you sleep
[01:46.35]To server the "Great Good"?
[03:09.06]United in fear
[03:09.78]Lives "hard to bear"
[03:18.42]Illusions that "we are all peers"
[03:23.40]I preach not for understanding
[03:27.39]In you I have no faith
[03:31.02]I spit at you my truth;
[03:46.86]That you are the burden of my heritage.
[03:47.64]For herein lies the irony
[03:48.87]There is neither room
[03:50.94]Nor air For the wakeful fire
[04:10.47]In your precious world
[04:10.95]Of equality
[04:11.25]Citizen! You are truly faithful
[04:28.56]To tradition
[04:31.62]When you crucify
[04:33.06]Those whose voices burn
[04:36.48]Alas A hundred years from now
[04:39.30]You recite and corrupt
[04:42.24]Their epitaphs
[04:43.68]To crucify another.
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作曲 : Vegard Sverre 'Ihsahn' Tveitan
Citizen! Whence came your voice
Your right to speak?
Is there a purpose to your tongue
And gnawing teeth?
I ask thee;
How deep and hollow
Is your mouth?
What lie is too decayed
For you to stomach?
With humility and obedience
You pride yourself
Evasive and lukewarm
Until the end
Citizen! The interdependent morality
Of your collective
Made too soft the bed
In which you lie.
I ask thee;
Do you acknowledge
Your own fragility
When you sleep
To server the "Great Good"?
United in fear
Lives "hard to bear"
Illusions that "we are all peers"
I preach not for understanding
In you I have no faith
I spit at you my truth;
That you are the burden of my heritage.
For herein lies the irony
There is neither room
Nor air For the wakeful fire
In your precious world
Of equality
Citizen! You are truly faithful
To tradition
When you crucify
Those whose voices burn
Alas A hundred years from now
You recite and corrupt
Their epitaphs
To crucify another.