Korn - No One 's There 吉他谱

标题: No One's There
副标题:
艺术家: KoRn
专辑: Untouchables
作者: KoRn
版权:
制谱者: Joe Knipe
说明: These are the song lyrics. i found them at www.azlyrics.com
备注: SONG LYRICS

"You and me
We have no faces
Soon our lives they�ll be erased
Do you think they will remember?
Or will we just be replaced
Oh I wish that I could see,
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry

So what can it be?
No one hears me call,
Echoes back at me
No ones there.
To all these nameless feelings
I cant deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You�ve got to filll your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know its time to leave these places far behind

You and me
We have no faces
They don�t see us anymore
Without love as they had promised
And no faith for what�s in store
Oh I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry

So what can it be?
No one hears me call,
Echoes back at me
No ones there.
To all these nameless feelings
I cant deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You�ve got to filll your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know its time to leave these places far behind

Where are all these feelings hiding?
Dancing in and out my mind
Burning up all that I long for
Feeding me till my decline
Where are you? My soul is bleeding
I am searching am I blind?
All alone and bound forever
Trapped inside me for all time

To all these nameless feelings
I cant deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You�ve got to filll your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know its time to leave these places far behind"

速度: 120 BPM
音轨: 5
乐器:
小节: 150

歌词

I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Perfected shown is
Self imatating
Trust the dying breed
Yeah the pitch I made has been
On my end
I trust you
Whats left you
To lie in
Admired
You trusted
Without fear
You borrowed
My world of one
Speak up the good things
The guidlines that they follow
Offense is borrowed
Self imitating
Trust the dying breed
Yeah the pitch I made has been
On my end
I trust you
Whats left you
To lie in
Admired
You trusted
Without fear
You borrowed