[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ghost and Pals
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[00:36.105]Father said that this world isn’t for me.
[00:39.932]I tried to pary for a new reality.
[00:43.732]So come to me,we can change night into day.
[00:47.845]A tide-up moth seemed to know a different way.
[00:52.139]Don’t remember it.
[00:53.410]Don’t return to it.
[00:54.166]Oh,father tore out the umbilical cord.
[00:57.759]There’s nothing left in the bottle keeping me scored.
[01:01.825]We’ll abandon the scenery.
[01:04.875]In the..
[01:08.398]Rear-view mirror.
[01:10.197]A petty line of white noise.
[01:11.966]Pack up your bags and throw out the toys.
[01:14.264]Three strikes,and honey,I’m home.
[01:16.069]Three voices come from the gramophone.
[01:18.359]A vivisection of me.
[01:20.176]Yielded the start of a mystery.
[01:21.955]Say hello,honey I’m home.
[01:24.002]Three voices come from the gramophone.
[01:42.594]God returned with the moth chained to his hand.
[01:45.887]There’s so many things that you’ll never understand.
[01:49.974]So come to me,we can change night into day.
[01:53.793]You’ll hold my hand so you never go astray.
[01:58.153]God devoured that of father.
[02:05.759]A spider preaching with poison on its lips.
[02:09.845]To get out of here is to promise me a kiss.
[02:13.655]The abandonment of scenery.
[02:16.727]In the..
[02:20.586]Mind of mother.
[02:22.370]Don’t remember it.
[02:23.127]Don’t return to it.
[02:24.410]So,with advice of the dead.
[02:26.212]And ahalo over my head.
[02:28.244]At last honey,I’m home.
[02:30.030]Three voices come all alone.
[02:32.334]A vivisection of me.
[02:34.108]Done by god for all to see.
[02:36.132]Say hello,honey I’m home.
[02:38.169]Three voices come all alone.
[02:44.526]A vivisection of me.
[02:46.039]Done by god for all to see.
[02:52.424]A vivisection of me.
[02:53.967]Done by god for all to see.

作曲 : Ghost and Pals
Father said that this world isn’t for me.
I tried to pary for a new reality.
So come to me,we can change night into day.
A tide-up moth seemed to know a different way.
Don’t remember it.
Don’t return to it.
Oh,father tore out the umbilical cord.
There’s nothing left in the bottle keeping me scored.
We’ll abandon the scenery.
In the..
Rear-view mirror.
A petty line of white noise.
Pack up your bags and throw out the toys.
Three strikes,and honey,I’m home.
Three voices come from the gramophone.
A vivisection of me.
Yielded the start of a mystery.
Say hello,honey I’m home.
Three voices come from the gramophone.
God returned with the moth chained to his hand.
There’s so many things that you’ll never understand.
So come to me,we can change night into day.
You’ll hold my hand so you never go astray.
God devoured that of father.
A spider preaching with poison on its lips.
To get out of here is to promise me a kiss.
The abandonment of scenery.
In the..
Mind of mother.
Don’t remember it.
Don’t return to it.
So,with advice of the dead.
And ahalo over my head.
At last honey,I’m home.
Three voices come all alone.
A vivisection of me.
Done by god for all to see.
Say hello,honey I’m home.
Three voices come all alone.
A vivisection of me.
Done by god for all to see.
A vivisection of me.
Done by god for all to see.