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Drip Drip

	作曲 : Wootten
	You dangling swinging
	Hanging, spinning aftermath
	Your soft white flesh turns past me, slaked with blood
	Your evil eyes, more damning than a demons curse
	Your lovely body, soon caked with mud
	As I carry you to your grave, my arms your hearse
	You stand before me defenseless
	Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense
	Sears my brain
	Drip drip
	From your sagging lip
	Liquid red
	Down your body spread
	Your soft breast glistens
	Your deep navel fountains
	Your shadow over chair
	Your shadow over chair
	Your shadow over chair
	Like a plane over mountains
	In a clearing
	Where the sun rays dance amongst
	Forest dense secrets
	You will softly rest
	Your pale beauty enshrined
	By the sweet glade
	Your body at peace
	Even the earth will fill the crack
	Where entered my blade
	Where entered my blade
	Yea shall I cut you down
	Yea 'twould be your last physical communion
	I'll be gentle
	And not hurt you
	Drip drip
	From your sagging lip
	Liquid red
	Down your body spread
	Your soft breast glistens
	Your deep navel fountains
	Your shadow over chair
	Like a plane over mountains

	zuò qǔ : Wootten
	You dangling swinging
	Hanging, spinning aftermath
	Your soft white flesh turns past me, slaked with blood
	Your evil eyes, more damning than a demons curse
	Your lovely body, soon caked with mud
	As I carry you to your grave, my arms your hearse
	You stand before me defenseless
	Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense
	Sears my brain
	Drip drip
	From your sagging lip
	Liquid red
	Down your body spread
	Your soft breast glistens
	Your deep navel fountains
	Your shadow over chair
	Your shadow over chair
	Your shadow over chair
	Like a plane over mountains
	In a clearing
	Where the sun rays dance amongst
	Forest dense secrets
	You will softly rest
	Your pale beauty enshrined
	By the sweet glade
	Your body at peace
	Even the earth will fill the crack
	Where entered my blade
	Where entered my blade
	Yea shall I cut you down
	Yea ' twould be your last physical communion
	I' ll be gentle
	And not hurt you
	Drip drip
	From your sagging lip
	Liquid red
	Down your body spread
	Your soft breast glistens
	Your deep navel fountains
	Your shadow over chair
	Like a plane over mountains