[00:00.000] 作曲 : Not Documented
[02:02.261]Something in the way you crucify me
[02:07.635]It makes me smile
[02:15.001]And when you offer up your sacrament
[02:17.663]You drown the whole world in your mire
[02:26.357]You can sail on waves of shit
[02:29.738]And tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone
[02:39.554]But when your vessel sinks
[02:41.507]You'll drown again and know that you've done nothing of your own
[02:53.011]I think I'm gonna die in a while
[02:56.264]I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile
[02:59.274]And when peasants with their pitchforks come
[03:02.533]I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
[03:05.816]They're all scum, they're all scum
[03:31.786]Something in the way you evil eye me
[03:37.215]And throw your glares
[03:44.605]You masquerade as fire
[03:46.955]But behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air
[03:56.577]You admire your reflection staring back
[04:00.998]At you from pools of shallow prose
[04:08.590]But when you meet yourself in mirrors
[04:12.180]You will know that you've done nothing of your own
[04:23.190]I think I'm gonna die in a while
[04:26.005]I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile
[04:29.006]And when peasants with their pitchforks come
[04:32.169]I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
[04:35.372]They're all scum, they're all scum

作曲 : Not Documented
Something in the way you crucify me
It makes me smile
And when you offer up your sacrament
You drown the whole world in your mire
You can sail on waves of shit
And tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone
But when your vessel sinks
You'll drown again and know that you've done nothing of your own
I think I'm gonna die in a while
I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile
And when peasants with their pitchforks come
I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
They're all scum, they're all scum
Something in the way you evil eye me
And throw your glares
You masquerade as fire
But behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air
You admire your reflection staring back
At you from pools of shallow prose
But when you meet yourself in mirrors
You will know that you've done nothing of your own
I think I'm gonna die in a while
I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile
And when peasants with their pitchforks come
I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
They're all scum, they're all scum