标题:Sun Doesn't Rise
标签: 总谱
艺人:Mushroomhead
专辑:XIII
作曲:Felton, Felton, Hetrick ...
制谱人:vredesbyrdtank1
I know its not perfect but for the most part, it sounds fine. I used some of T. J Zellman's parts but i think you will like this one better. probably because its more complete. also, the interlude synth part isnt finished. Its hard to figure out but will be done soon. Lastly, i watched the video for some help so...
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 98
Some kind of evidence,
some kind of reason
why I can't find a way
to begin my life.
(Somewhere in this dying day
if I can only find a way for my escape.
I find it hard to concentrate
with all my past mistakes.)
To begin my life.
(I can't feel my faith,
can't recall my crime.
I think I sealed my fate.
Along the way, I may have lost my mind.
I guess we're all
damaged in our own way,
alone in our own way.
Distant headlights, desolate highway.
I can't feel my faith,
can't recall my crime.
I think I sealed my fate.
Along the way I may have lost my mind.
I guess we're all
damaged in our own way,
alone in our own way.
Distant headlights, desolate highway.)
Sun doesn't rise at all.
Who knows how far I'll fall?
Sun doesn't rise at all.
Who knows how far I'll fall?
With eyes wide open
(I can't recall my crime,
I think I sealed my fate)
I can watch my world evolve.
(alone in our own way,
I think I sealed my fate)
Nothing left to die for.
(Can't recall my crime,
I think I sealed my fate)
Thoughts inside can make me crawl.
(I think I sealed my fate)
Make me drop down on my knees.
Break me down until I question me.
Darkness can't destroy my drive.
Sun doesn't rise at all.
Who knows how far I'll fall?
Sun doesn't rise at all.
Sun doesn't rise at all.
(Somewhere in this dying day
as I plan my great escape
I find it hard to concentrate
while you maintain control.
I fold and falter, empty alter.
All I gave I pray, it makes me whole.
I think the brink's around the corner.
There's an error in my soul.
I can't feel my faith,
can't recall my crime.
I think I sealed my fate
Along the way I may have lost my mind.
I guess we're all
damaged in our own way,
alone in our own way.
Distant headlights, desolate highway!)
Sun doesn't rise at all.
Who knows how far I'll fall?
Sun doesn't rise at all.
Who knows how far I'll fall?
(I can't feel my faith.
Can't recall my crime...
Damaged in our own way,
alone in our own way.
Desolate highway.)