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Underoath
Underoath


Информация
Откуда Tampa, Florida, USA
Жанры Metalcore
Post-Hardcore
Годы 1997—н.в.
Лейблы Tooth & Nail Records
Solid State Records
См. также Norma Jean
This Runs Through
The Almost
Maylene and the Sons of Disaster
Sullivan
Winter Solstice
To Speak of Wolves
Сайт Website
Состав
Daniel Davison
Spencer Chamberlain
Timothy McTague
Grant Brandell
Christopher Dudley
James Smith



Альбом Underoath


Define The Great Line (20.06.2006)
20.06.2006
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Wake up Wake up My God,
this is not a test and it's not too late to come clean
Get it off your chest
So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
there's got to be some stable ground left to walk on

So tear another page from the book
Are you asleep or just alone
clear this room from your lungs
and pull yourself together man

On your back, you're sleeping in a bed shame
Let the light breathe some new life into this room
It's what keeps you coming back
Made up of insatiable taste
Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself

Just what are you so afraid of
You're staring truth in the face, so come on down

You're busy living now aren't you
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued
Time is shorter than you know
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye, so why don't you take
steps away from being alone I swear it's not too late for you

It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out
Wake and step outside you box
Wake up

. . .


Held captive, I'm a prisoner
In the back room where the water leaks and I'm oh, so cold
Command me on what to do, but we both know neither you or I are in
control

There's nothing left for me here
I'm grabbing on to what's left of this hole.
It's all too real this can't be happening

Never again, ever again, will I say I'm Ok
I'm scared of the fate that will become mine

No time to talk you know the drill

Under my desk this can't be it
I'm only dreaming, I've got to be dreaming
but I can't get up. No time to talk, not this time, this is my place
This is where I arrange (x2)

It's so funny how we see things so clear
when we have no time left to live

So lay back now and take it in
I won't say a word. I won't say anything

I can't believe how it feels
To stand here in this room
and feel like it's going to blow
I think we're all going to blow

Under my desk this can't be it
I'm only dreaming, I've got to be dreaming
but I can't get up. No time to talk, not this time, this is my place
This is where I arrange

I've got to be dreaming
We've got to be dreaming
Please don't wake me up
This is the end

. . .


In the end we tend to think of how it began
I could never explain the picture it painted, and how it made me feel
Now the ceiling is in motion
The light centered and overlooked
You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I

Such a quiet evaporation

We're nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive
I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye
Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before
What a feeble attempt just to feel alive

This is for you and your hopeless case
You never would leave me in your wish to fail every time
Every time I try

So talk about it
At least it makes you feel something inside

Who have I become
Oh God, everything all around me is crumbling at my feet

I stare so delicate and ashamed
At the shelf I've shed myself from

In the eyes of my ghost
And I will never look back again

. . .


The time has come for you
to sit this out
To fit inside your mold
would be to sell myself short

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
is now filling up to our necks
(We see everything)

Oh, my story's growing, and growing it is
on my last request
Don't make me feel so contradicting
There's no room for cheating and being yourself
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in thier mouth

And on the last hour
we write so many new chapters again
And on the outside
where there are no surprises

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
is now filling up to our necks
(We see everything)

Oh, it's getting longer
(and longer come on')
to see it through their eyes
would bring me so much closer
You can do this night after night, after night
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth

Taste and see... I swear I know what's good
Be still and know that they won't... lie to you, every
single time you're facing lies

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
is now filling up to our necks

COME ON!

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
is now filling up to our necks
(We see everything)
(I knew we'd save you) We see, (We see), We see everything
(I've knew I loved...) We see, (We see), We see everything

(I know why you never take your eyes off me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing)
I know why you never take your eyes off me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing

I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside
I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon
(We see everything)

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon
We see...

. . .


Бог Богов, Господь возглаголал и призывает землю, от восхода солнца до запада.

С Сиона, который есть верх красоты, является Бог,

грядет Бог наш, и не в безмолвии: пред Ним огонь поядающий, и вокруг Его сильная буря.

Он призывает свыше небо и землю, судить народ Свой:

`соберите ко Мне святых Моих, вступивших в завет со Мною при жертве`.

И небеса провозгласят правду Его, ибо судия сей есть Бог


==English Translation==

The mighty one, God the Lord, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets.
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.
Our God comes and does not keep silent, a devouring fire is before him, and a mighty tempest all around him.
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.
He calls to the heavens above and to the earth, that he may judge his people:
“Gather to me my faithful ones, who made a covenant with me by sacrifice!”
The heavens declare his righteousness, for God himself is judge.

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how peaceful it feel against my face.
oh, what a long haul.
you brought me here for this.
I see nothing but disaster.
now I'm taking you...
with me.

a transparent scenery that comes as fast as it leaves.

now my eyes flash with white.
it's settling in with all the flickering.

here again.

the floor is more fitting for my face.

here again? this is getting old.

I am being watched.
this is overwhelming.
paranoia...

as you dig your feet I will sink my teeth into the floor,
while I lay here alone.

aware of every step.
I'm not aware at all.
black...flash white...I am awake.

. . .


speak up.
my ears are growing weary.
I'll sing this to the end.
and watch the waves crash over me.

not too muuch to overcome with enough time to turn it all around.
in a picture perfect scenery, I've become a stick figure illustration.

my eyes roll back and focus on what's ahead.
I can still stand if you lend a hand to brace me.

I'll take this on my own.

. . .


someone please turn the lights back on.
I've been wandering here for days, disconnected, and in search
for new air to breathe in.

I don't think I can fix this.
don't think I could change.

but that's the problem.
we never speak to Him.
our closing walls have caged us in
and I can't quite remember.

this was the first time I didn't say enough.
this was the only time I kepti t clsoe enough.

brace yourself! they're not waking up.

oh, my God.
I hate the me I've become.
this needy, useless, forgetting one.
truthfully, I can be the me that I've washed up to be.

don't stop breathing.
the walls have just begun to spin.
just let the water calm you this time.
it's all around you, just open your eyes and take a look.
it will never kill you; not this time.

. . .


maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
we'll speak of what a waste I am and how we missed your beat again.

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place.
to bridge the gap of this concious state that we live in.
I'm short on time.

how come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you.
but mostly what they show you.
I'm taking back all the things I said.
keep me filled in, I swear I'll come.

we walk alone, back home.

you're almost gone and I'm okay to give you time to be afraid.
I still see your shadow but never your face again.
I remember your presence.

I hope to God you come down.
I hope to God you feel this now.

I know there must be some way out of here and all of them will be
waiting there.

. . .


in a deep breath it all starts to change.
flip my world inside out, honestly I like it better this way.
when I mesh the night through the back of my eyes.

I have put myself here.
I'm the culprit.
I am the culprit.

I've been swallowed up alive.
shut down
building from the inside out.
I can finally walk through the walls.

I swear I've slipped right through the cracks in the floor.
it's so easy when it's pulling me under.

I can't escape from this place, this is so unfamiliar to me.

I can hear the unsatisfying silence.
my mouth is open but none of you can hear me.

. . .


So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road
Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head for home
At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for

I know 'cause my feet have scars to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home

It's time for you to press on
This is not your war
Set your signts to north and press on
This is not your escape
Wash away what they thought of you
Because in this place, we're all as good as dead
....end cycle...

Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone
It's not the end of the road for you

. . .


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