[00:00.00] 作曲 : Chapman Ho/Edward Randall/George Ellerby/Hanna Baker Darch/Joseph Lockstone
[00:17.88]A sick man snarls and
[00:19.02]Court jester frowns, thin lines
[00:21.09]Like moonlit paths in old walled towns.
[00:25.32]It all looks the same; queens of cadence,
[00:27.42]Knights of game, and meanwhile
[00:29.19]The lips of pride remain undrawn.
[00:30.84]Kingdom capsized,
[00:34.50]War in waves and tides
[00:41.73]Saturates me sore,
[00:45.00]I'm raw,
[00:45.12]And felt my hands slip from the oar.
[00:48.06]Descending from the ecstasy you'll find
[00:51.93]It's all just rubble left
[00:52.47]and I
[00:52.59]I should be scared
[00:52.92]By stagnant affairs
[01:12.78]Growing over
[01:13.05]weeks and months
[01:13.77]The emaciation creeps
[01:15.51]Justice denies the answers
[01:17.67]With her blade sheathed.
[01:20.34]Slack needs shrink into a circle;
[01:22.47]The hopeless motion feeds the headless beast —
[01:25.29]Are you the living tongue or ivory teeth?
[01:27.93]Disdain is but a crucifix
[01:29.91]That marks a trench where complaints sleep,
[01:32.01]Idols are the substance
[01:33.72]Of a sour truth that seeps.
[01:35.58]We sink beneath;
[01:36.60]Hold breath, swim and breach
[01:38.61]Tasting old life where driftwood meets.
[01:41.88]Kingdom capsized,
[01:44.46]War in waves and tides
[01:51.81]Saturates me sore,
[01:54.75]I'm raw,
[01:54.87]And felt my hands slip from the oar.
[02:02.40]Descending from the ecstasy you'll find
[02:18.90]It's all just rubble left
[02:19.68]and I
[02:19.80]I should be scared
[02:22.71]By stagnant affairs
[02:26.13]When the promises come unstuck
[02:29.82]I'm left to steady the oar

作曲 : Chapman Ho/Edward Randall/George Ellerby/Hanna Baker Darch/Joseph Lockstone
A sick man snarls and
Court jester frowns, thin lines
Like moonlit paths in old walled towns.
It all looks the same; queens of cadence,
Knights of game, and meanwhile
The lips of pride remain undrawn.
Kingdom capsized,
War in waves and tides
Saturates me sore,
I'm raw,
And felt my hands slip from the oar.
Descending from the ecstasy you'll find
It's all just rubble left
and I
I should be scared
By stagnant affairs
Growing over
weeks and months
The emaciation creeps
Justice denies the answers
With her blade sheathed.
Slack needs shrink into a circle;
The hopeless motion feeds the headless beast —
Are you the living tongue or ivory teeth?
Disdain is but a crucifix
That marks a trench where complaints sleep,
Idols are the substance
Of a sour truth that seeps.
We sink beneath;
Hold breath, swim and breach
Tasting old life where driftwood meets.
Kingdom capsized,
War in waves and tides
Saturates me sore,
I'm raw,
And felt my hands slip from the oar.
Descending from the ecstasy you'll find
It's all just rubble left
and I
I should be scared
By stagnant affairs
When the promises come unstuck
I'm left to steady the oar