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Yellow Room

	作曲 : Pile
	yellow room - pile

	Eyes that dart and wander around their tomb.
	Heart turned into a fist when the body can��t move.
	Wants out of its box, then the yellow one.
	Stuck between sleep and panic
	That paint is a brutal prison guard.
	Waves an insulting gesture at me.

	Jumps out the chest and starts running at the walls
	It��s losing its shit and swears there��s a room outside this one.
	It��s just a reflective vest that covers
	For bloated guts that exist to serve themselves.
	And they stop functioning all at once.

	At least let him look out.

	zuò qǔ : Pile
	yellow room pile

	Eyes that dart and wander around their tomb.
	Heart turned into a fist when the body can t move.
	Wants out of its box, then the yellow one.
	Stuck between sleep and panic
	That paint is a brutal prison guard.
	Waves an insulting gesture at me.

	Jumps out the chest and starts running at the walls
	It s losing its shit and swears there s a room outside this one.
	It s just a reflective vest that covers
	For bloated guts that exist to serve themselves.
	And they stop functioning all at once.

	At least let him look out.