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  • 作曲 : Jamie's Elsewhere/Michael Spearman/Matthew Scarpelli/Mike Wellnitz/Scott Daby/Chance Medeiros/Aaron Pauley
    Oh how I've wronged you, my love
    It's come to another night
    Filled with cold sweats
    Lucid dreams in restless sleep
    And, woe is me! Woe is me
    For I've defanged the only wolves
    That were ever on my side
    I hear her voice saying
    Leave it behind.
    I left behind every trace of a coward
    And moved towards the dreams
    That were born of our fathers
    Who told us the world is only
    As flat as we've made it out to be
    And, when the day breaks
    The sun will transform us
    Into something more than the lies
    That become us
    And, there is nothing I need more
    Take aside. Tear apart
    Conglomerate. Make new.
    What is a wolf truly worth
    Without its fangs
    Who's hunted down by children
    With sticks and crooked blades
    And turned into a story
    And a token for the few
    That it slayed before it lost
    The only weapons that it knew?
    Oh how I've wronged you, my love
    It's come to another night
    Filled with cold sweats
    Lucid dreams in restless sleep
  • 作曲 : Jamie's Elsewhere/Michael Spearman/Matthew Scarpelli/Mike Wellnitz/Scott Daby/Chance Medeiros/Aaron Pauley
    Oh how I've wronged you, my love
    It's come to another night
    Filled with cold sweats
    Lucid dreams in restless sleep
    And, woe is me! Woe is me
    For I've defanged the only wolves
    That were ever on my side
    I hear her voice saying
    Leave it behind.
    I left behind every trace of a coward
    And moved towards the dreams
    That were born of our fathers
    Who told us the world is only
    As flat as we've made it out to be
    And, when the day breaks
    The sun will transform us
    Into something more than the lies
    That become us
    And, there is nothing I need more
    Take aside. Tear apart
    Conglomerate. Make new.
    What is a wolf truly worth
    Without its fangs
    Who's hunted down by children
    With sticks and crooked blades
    And turned into a story
    And a token for the few
    That it slayed before it lost
    The only weapons that it knew?
    Oh how I've wronged you, my love
    It's come to another night
    Filled with cold sweats
    Lucid dreams in restless sleep