(English lyrics are attached below) (English cover here: https://suno.com/s/FgFgUAraaj52QGXP ) 一声响，一道光，屏幕活了起来 碎片在飞，故事在生长，比尘埃还快 有人看见邪恶，有人看见牺牲的色彩 专家们画着直线，给混乱一个交代 理论是新的神，信徒低头膜拜 把所有棱角削平，好让世界显得不坏 它必须有个意义，必须分清黑或白 否则我们怎么睡去，在漫长的不安里等待 我们恨那静电，我们恨那空白 我们怕那没有答案的，沉默的海 所以伸出双手，捧起最滚烫的谎 告诉自己，这就是信仰 我们是叙事的奴隶，戴着无形的镣铐 却笑着说这是我们，亲手选择的荣耀 用思考的权利，去交换一个拥抱 在故事的囚笼里，祈求永远别被打扰 哦，锁链在回响，在每个人的心跳 把所有复杂都埋葬，只留下一个口号 我们都害怕真相，害怕清醒的呼啸 所以低头亲吻牢房，假装这就是城堡 主播有饥渴的眼神，在镜头后面 他不需要事实，他只需要一个敌人让你看见 普通人建起高墙，用流言当作墙砖 保护他小小的世界，不被任何矛盾拆穿 制造者也被制造，被自己的谎言缠绕 他以为他在引导，其实也在轨道上跑 一旦他想要逃跑，观众就会尖叫 说他背叛了信仰，把他从神坛上扔掉 我们是叙事的奴隶，戴着无形的镣铐 却笑着说这是我们，亲手选择的荣耀 用思考的权利，去交换一个拥抱 在故事的囚笼里，祈求永远别被打扰 哦，锁链在回响，在每个人的心跳 把所有复杂都埋葬，只留下一个口号 我们都害怕真相，害怕清醒的呼啸 所以低头亲吻牢房，假装这就是城堡 我以为我站在墙外，用笔记录着腐坏 我以为我的歌，是手术刀能把假象切开 我把这整套逻辑，变成你听的节拍 筑起我的理论，等待你的崇拜 然后我看见，墙上的镜子 这首歌，这旋律，这文字 也只是另一副镣铐，另一种仪式 这首歌没有答案 它只是另一座围墙 晚安 愿你今夜，在你的故事里睡得安详 晚安 晚安 ----- A bang, a flash, the screens start to glow Before the dust settles, the stories start to grow One sees a villain, one sees a martyr’s grace The experts draw their lines to put the chaos in its place To the new gods of theory, all the faithful bow their heads They sand the jagged edges off the truths that we are fed It has to have a meaning, it has to be black or white Or how are we to sleep through the long and restless night? We hate the silent static, and we hate the empty space We fear the silent ocean with no answer on its face So we hold out our hands to catch the prettiest lie And whisper to ourselves, "This is how we get by." We're slaves to the narrative, in chains you cannot see And we smile and call it glory, say we chose it to be free We trade the right to reason for a moment of embrace And pray for sanctuary inside this story's cage Oh, the echo of the shackles is the rhythm of the heart We bury all the questions just to play our little part We're terrified of truth and the clarity it brings So we bow and kiss the bars, and pretend that we are kings. The streamer behind the camera has a hunger in his stare He doesn't need the facts, just a villain for you to share The man next door builds his fortress from the rumors that he's heard To keep his little world safe from every tangled word The maker is also made, in his own fiction he's confined He thinks that he's the leader, but he's just following the line And if he tries to break away, the crowd will scream and curse Say he betrayed the narrative, for something so much worse. We're slaves to the narrative, in chains you cannot see And we smile and call it glory, say we chose it to be free We trade the right to reason for a moment of embrace And pray for sanctuary inside this story's cage Oh, the echo of the shackles is the rhythm of the heart We bury all the questions just to play our little part We're terrified of truth and the clarity it brings So we bow and kiss the bars, and pretend that we are kings. I thought I stood outside it all, and wrote of the decay Thought this song could be a scalpel, cut the fantasy away Turned my logic into rhythm for the world to understand Built my own cathedral, waiting for a worshipping hand... And then I saw the mirror... hanging on the wall... This song, this melody, this... everything... Is just another set of chains... another ritual. This song offers no answers It's just another wall. Good night. May you sleep soundly in your story tonight. Good night. Good night.
