| 作曲 : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| You cut the bloody rope, as for the small one | |
| That's coming to the light...unaware | |
| The lowered head greets | |
| The feet tightened by | |
| Chains of iron, passing slow | |
| The whole weight of a life | |
| Listen around to nothing | |
| Black spiders on a trap | |
| Thoughts are gone, while tears rest on its face | |
| Listen around to nothing | |
| It howls no peace but pain, indisposition | |
| Man's shade from the black hood, tears still rain | |
| Tightened the chain | |
| To a wrist, where | |
| Greeting the last footstep, of a life never lived | |
| The darkest sight...tearing away | |
| Too low...so slow | |
| Outline is down by now...as an old toy | |
| You won't tell anymore...lead soldier | |
| The lowered head greets, the feet tightened by | |
| Chains of iron, passing slow | |
| The whole weight of a life | |
| The darkest sight...tearing away | |
| Too low...so slow |
| zuo qu : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| You cut the bloody rope, as for the small one | |
| That' s coming to the light... unaware | |
| The lowered head greets | |
| The feet tightened by | |
| Chains of iron, passing slow | |
| The whole weight of a life | |
| Listen around to nothing | |
| Black spiders on a trap | |
| Thoughts are gone, while tears rest on its face | |
| Listen around to nothing | |
| It howls no peace but pain, indisposition | |
| Man' s shade from the black hood, tears still rain | |
| Tightened the chain | |
| To a wrist, where | |
| Greeting the last footstep, of a life never lived | |
| The darkest sight... tearing away | |
| Too low... so slow | |
| Outline is down by now... as an old toy | |
| You won' t tell anymore... lead soldier | |
| The lowered head greets, the feet tightened by | |
| Chains of iron, passing slow | |
| The whole weight of a life | |
| The darkest sight... tearing away | |
| Too low... so slow |
| zuò qǔ : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| You cut the bloody rope, as for the small one | |
| That' s coming to the light... unaware | |
| The lowered head greets | |
| The feet tightened by | |
| Chains of iron, passing slow | |
| The whole weight of a life | |
| Listen around to nothing | |
| Black spiders on a trap | |
| Thoughts are gone, while tears rest on its face | |
| Listen around to nothing | |
| It howls no peace but pain, indisposition | |
| Man' s shade from the black hood, tears still rain | |
| Tightened the chain | |
| To a wrist, where | |
| Greeting the last footstep, of a life never lived | |
| The darkest sight... tearing away | |
| Too low... so slow | |
| Outline is down by now... as an old toy | |
| You won' t tell anymore... lead soldier | |
| The lowered head greets, the feet tightened by | |
| Chains of iron, passing slow | |
| The whole weight of a life | |
| The darkest sight... tearing away | |
| Too low... so slow |
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