作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea When the old ghost of suicide creeps slowly back into your mind then everything is bleak and blurred down here in the short-sighted world Yet this time I have to insist on the sharpness of the things I missed this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore White fragile porcelain-boy some minor things shall be left unsaid yes you share the strongest desire for beauty as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque Well on the second day of excavation tell me what did you expect to find Be careful when you scratch the surface cause we all have a dog to exercise We are not lovers we are LIKERS We are merely hands and shake there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things of which we're still afraid We are not familiar with the state of （y）our decay Because this is not our line it is not really our trade All we know is that our feet are cold and that our sticky hands are wet and that we're here to bring you tidings straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD Look at the boy oh he really suffers he's caught in fear and its distress there's no point in looking at him for answers because he is a stranger here himself The body is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget
[00:00.000] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:35.67]When the old ghost of suicide [00:39.03]creeps slowly back into your mind [00:44.36]then everything is bleak and blurred [00:47.67]down here in the short-sighted world [00:53.06]Yet this time I have to insist [00:56.72]on the sharpness of the things I missed [01:02.01]this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore [01:28.72]White fragile porcelain-boy [01:31.02]some minor things shall be left unsaid [01:35.59]yes you share the strongest desire for beauty [01:40.32]as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it [01:48.23]The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed [01:56.81]These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget [02:14.61]The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors [02:23.82]We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque [02:52.34]Well on the second day of excavation [02:55.11]tell me what did you expect to find [03:01.11]Be careful when you scratch the surface [03:04.98]cause we all have a dog to exercise [03:09.81]We are not lovers we are LIKERS [03:13.89]We are merely hands and shake [03:18.47]there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things [03:22.89]of which we're still afraid [03:27.83]We are not familiar with the state of （y）our decay [03:36.52]Because this is not our line it is not really our trade [03:46.22]All we know is that our feet are cold [03:49.73]and that our sticky hands are wet [03:54.21]and that we're here to bring you tidings [03:58.72]straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD [04:43.02]Look at the boy oh he really suffers [04:46.68]he's caught in fear and its distress [04:50.91]there's no point in looking at him for answers [04:55.69]because he is a stranger here himself [05:02.11]The body is a prison-cell [05:05.61]that like a child needs to be washed and fed [05:10.80]there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget
