| 作曲 : Mellinger, Weyandt | |
| We are the poison to the antidote that's killing us, | |
| the question to the answer. | |
| Demeaning us with empty morals, | |
| detached from reality they tell us what's real. | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don't know why. | |
| You're on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
| to nest in filth and howl at the moon. | |
| Hollow well-groomed failures outside of prison bar mansions | |
| that made the earth's skin crawl. | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don't know why. | |
| You're on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| There is no time to rest and heal our wounds. | |
| Black wind talker and singer of songs... | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don't know why. | |
| You're on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
| to nest in filth and howl at the moon. |
| zuo qu : Mellinger, Weyandt | |
| We are the poison to the antidote that' s killing us, | |
| the question to the answer. | |
| Demeaning us with empty morals, | |
| detached from reality they tell us what' s real. | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don' t know why. | |
| You' re on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
| to nest in filth and howl at the moon. | |
| Hollow wellgroomed failures outside of prison bar mansions | |
| that made the earth' s skin crawl. | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don' t know why. | |
| You' re on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| There is no time to rest and heal our wounds. | |
| Black wind talker and singer of songs... | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don' t know why. | |
| You' re on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
| to nest in filth and howl at the moon. |
| zuò qǔ : Mellinger, Weyandt | |
| We are the poison to the antidote that' s killing us, | |
| the question to the answer. | |
| Demeaning us with empty morals, | |
| detached from reality they tell us what' s real. | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don' t know why. | |
| You' re on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
| to nest in filth and howl at the moon. | |
| Hollow wellgroomed failures outside of prison bar mansions | |
| that made the earth' s skin crawl. | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don' t know why. | |
| You' re on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| There is no time to rest and heal our wounds. | |
| Black wind talker and singer of songs... | |
| How could you take. | |
| My life is gone. | |
| And I don' t know why. | |
| You' re on your own now. | |
| Find you dead. | |
| We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
| to nest in filth and howl at the moon. |
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