作词 : Coomes You never cried, you never froze And yet how well your garden grows - You reap the fruits another sows; I guess that works out well for you. Suffering has served you well - It's common yet it somehow sells So sing your little songs of hell and sell. Hollow hopes and empty dreams And blind pursuit of worthless schemes - That's all there is to life, it seems, unless you prove me wrong - please do!
作词 : Coomes You never cried, you never froze And yet how well your garden grows - You reap the fruits another sows; I guess that works out well for you. Suffering has served you well - It's common yet it somehow sells So sing your little songs of hell and sell. Hollow hopes and empty dreams And blind pursuit of worthless schemes - That's all there is to life, it seems, unless you prove me wrong - please do!
