[00:00.000] 作词 : Millexica Fox
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Millexica Fox
[00:19.510]Blood clotting and my sheets stained crimson
[00:21.750]I can't be helped because I love to play the victim
[00:24.100]I love the pain that you cause, 'cause you know you're so much more than me
[00:26.530](Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers)
[00:29.320]Can we pretend we're not angels through a cable?
[00:31.700]That we could one day, have a sleepover and cradle
[00:34.180]Each other's bodies as we lie under the covers and bleed?
[00:36.540](Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers)
[00:38.940]Dance with me
[00:40.550]I know your wounds do not define you
[00:43.290]But it's plain to see, my skin is
[00:46.330](Nothing but a wounded canvas, f*ck me like a praying mantis)
[00:48.100]In my fantasy, we're both in dresses in the ballroom
[00:53.160]But the lines on my legs...
[00:55.850](Betraying smears that stain me like graffiti, I know that you'll never need me)
[00:57.380]And you don't seem to understand
[01:02.030]A shame, you seemed an honest man
[01:06.950]And all the fears you hold so dear
[01:11.930]Will turn to whisper in your ear
[01:16.940]And you know what they say might hurt you
[01:19.330]And you know that it means so much
[01:21.720]And you don't even feel a thing
[01:26.650]I am falling, I am fading
[01:31.880]I have lost it all
[01:35.590](Dark angels will run with scissors)
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作词 : Millexica Fox
作曲 : Millexica Fox
Blood clotting and my sheets stained crimson
I can't be helped because I love to play the victim
I love the pain that you cause, 'cause you know you're so much more than me
(Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers)
Can we pretend we're not angels through a cable?
That we could one day, have a sleepover and cradle
Each other's bodies as we lie under the covers and bleed?
(Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers)
Dance with me
I know your wounds do not define you
But it's plain to see, my skin is
(Nothing but a wounded canvas, f*ck me like a praying mantis)
In my fantasy, we're both in dresses in the ballroom
But the lines on my legs...
(Betraying smears that stain me like graffiti, I know that you'll never need me)
And you don't seem to understand
A shame, you seemed an honest man
And all the fears you hold so dear
Will turn to whisper in your ear
And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling, I am fading
I have lost it all
(Dark angels will run with scissors)