歌词
No one here really quite knows
The far of you ancient roots
And of course the colors
Of mind from whence they came
The tower ain't lying tall
As your blood's your kind of small
The ground really is coming from above
As the sky is deep from below
Blindfolded and tied hands
Forever a slave to this old world
Burial mounds quietly grow
As these visions linger
Oh, this doublestandia
Has come apart in decay
Nihilism and insomnia
As we roam the land in decay
The wilderness of our land
The victim of standia
What a miscomprehended
And even I just can't keep track of
To the depth we live in and the past
You look so pretty my dear
And taste it all
Pick your toothpick and suffer straight your set
Make me truly sick
Blindfolded and tied hands
Forever a slave to this old world
Burial mounds quietly grow
As these visions linger
Oh, this doublestandia
Has come apart in decay
Relationships and insomnia
As we roam the land in decay
The wilderness of our land
The victim of standia
So awake from your deepened slumber
And unfold your dream
'Cause your past is really nothing
But pale echoing voices
And empty dark sight
Oh, this doublestandia
Has come apart in decay
Nihilism and insomnia
As we roam the land in decay
The wilderness of our land
The victim of standia
