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  • 作曲 : Mark Kristin Nicks
    You were not supposed to be here
    You were not supposed to see this
    This is not me, this is not me
    This something acting on this body
    You should not have come so suddenly
    You should have knocked and you wouldn't have seen
    Rats in the cellar, rats in the cellar
    Just ignore the vermin and forget the whole thing
    The truth won't hide
    What sort of man am I?
    To set these traps
    And kill these rats
    I must expose the lie
    You didn't make these rats appear
    When you don't see them, they're all still here
    This is not you, this is not you
    This is how I hide my sin from my fear
    The truth won't hide
    What sort of man am I?
    To set these traps
    And kill these rats
    I must expose the lie
    This one's inside
    This one's inside
    You can see its beady eyes
    This one's inside
    This one's inside
    I can't clean my charcoal soul
    What I need is the hand of an exterminator
    The truth won't hide
    What sort of man am I?
    To set these traps
    And kill these rats
    I must expose the lie
  • 作曲 : Mark Kristin Nicks
    You were not supposed to be here
    You were not supposed to see this
    This is not me, this is not me
    This something acting on this body
    You should not have come so suddenly
    You should have knocked and you wouldn't have seen
    Rats in the cellar, rats in the cellar
    Just ignore the vermin and forget the whole thing
    The truth won't hide
    What sort of man am I?
    To set these traps
    And kill these rats
    I must expose the lie
    You didn't make these rats appear
    When you don't see them, they're all still here
    This is not you, this is not you
    This is how I hide my sin from my fear
    The truth won't hide
    What sort of man am I?
    To set these traps
    And kill these rats
    I must expose the lie
    This one's inside
    This one's inside
    You can see its beady eyes
    This one's inside
    This one's inside
    I can't clean my charcoal soul
    What I need is the hand of an exterminator
    The truth won't hide
    What sort of man am I?
    To set these traps
    And kill these rats
    I must expose the lie