作词 : Josh Christopher 作曲 : Josh Christopher You can’t mould me but you keep on trying Won’t let it be, but I’m unfinished, undergrown, and you’re depravity. Fall at your feet, Is that gratifying? This earth and sea is so diminished, monochrome, and made of plasticine, but I’m crawling underneath Can’t wake myself, can’t fall asleep Something’s coming over me and I’m calling cause I believe we’re close to hell, we’re suffering
(mate, can you turn up the tape machine a little bit, I can't hear it, danke.)
You can’t hold me but you keep on trying, Blaming the ecstasy but you’d be better off alone (that’s guaranteed) Dancing off the beat, Is that satisfying? Your choreography is so diminished, monochrome, and made of... (oh, **** it) Girl, watch me grit my teeth, Can’t wake myself, can’t fall asleep Something’s coming over me Now I’m shouting and screaming cause I believe but I’m too worn out and I’m suffering.
You can’t mould me but you keep on trying Won’t let it be but I’m unfinished, undergrown and you’re depravity Fall at your feet, Is that gratifying? Your earth and sea is so diminished, monochrome, and made of plasticine. You can’t hold me, but you keep on trying, Blame the ecstasy but I’d be better off alone and that’s guaranteed. Dancing off the beat, Is that satisfying? Your discography is so diminished, monochrome, and made of plasticine.
作词 : Josh Christopher 作曲 : Josh Christopher You can’t mould me but you keep on trying Won’t let it be, but I’m unfinished, undergrown, and you’re depravity. Fall at your feet, Is that gratifying? This earth and sea is so diminished, monochrome, and made of plasticine, but I’m crawling underneath Can’t wake myself, can’t fall asleep Something’s coming over me and I’m calling cause I believe we’re close to hell, we’re suffering
(mate, can you turn up the tape machine a little bit, I can't hear it, danke.)
You can’t hold me but you keep on trying, Blaming the ecstasy but you’d be better off alone (that’s guaranteed) Dancing off the beat, Is that satisfying? Your choreography is so diminished, monochrome, and made of... (oh, **** it) Girl, watch me grit my teeth, Can’t wake myself, can’t fall asleep Something’s coming over me Now I’m shouting and screaming cause I believe but I’m too worn out and I’m suffering.
You can’t mould me but you keep on trying Won’t let it be but I’m unfinished, undergrown and you’re depravity Fall at your feet, Is that gratifying? Your earth and sea is so diminished, monochrome, and made of plasticine. You can’t hold me, but you keep on trying, Blame the ecstasy but I’d be better off alone and that’s guaranteed. Dancing off the beat, Is that satisfying? Your discography is so diminished, monochrome, and made of plasticine.
