[00:00.000] 作词 : Sidney Robson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Sidney Robson
[00:05.449]Stuffed in a train car, with fifteen strangers, sixteen total
[00:08.276]Moving along at a snail's pace
[00:10.952]One hits the floor with a thud
[00:13.492]And that's just the start
[00:16.156]A gas fills the air now, we're fourteen, dropping, twelve to seven
[00:18.796]Suddenly I'm frozen in place
[00:21.658]I hit the floor with a thud
[00:23.626]And that's just the start
[00:26.738]This "academy" that I was enrolled to
[00:29.403]On the basis of my merits in math...letics
[00:31.713]And the hopes that I brought with me
[00:33.467]Each sad and desperate belief
[00:34.904]Rotted like the corpse within its halls
[00:37.326]Thinking critically and analytically
[00:40.087]I don't have much of a chance if I play this straight
[00:42.704]And honestly, it's all abhorrent to me
[00:45.496]No matter what, it's gamе
[00:47.465]Set：
[00:48.451]Go, on your marks, oh, what a disaster
[00:50.770]Making a fuss like it'll go fastеr
[00:53.378]Who do you trust?
[00:54.474]Why do you trust anyone at all?
[00:57.209]Be prepared for the fall!
[00:58.736]When your eyes meet mine do they see behind the veil of lies?
[01:01.954]You'd hate me if you saw past my disguise
[01:04.034]What's a harsher fate than dying by a killer's hand?
[01:06.625]Seeming meek and unworthy of respect or command
[01:09.296]So antagonize as you will, I'm sure I'll be just fine
[01:12.428]Wrapped round my finger as you're none the wise
[01:14.734]It's the weakest who'll be picked off, the bleakness that we speak of
[01:17.264]Won't wait for anyone to come around
[01:19.744]And soon it'll be found
[01:30.750]Create a decent disconnect between belief and true respect
[01:33.374]If they ask something, deflect
[01:34.601]Directly challenge them and check
[01:35.860]They're in their lane
[01:37.148]It's a game and in the end, we're forced to play
[01:38.502]Better stick with and say that I'm something that I'm not, and never sway
[01:43.503]Shit！
[01:44.363]Think! Goddammit
[01:45.498]Think! They'll have it
[01:46.987]Think! I'm screwed if I can't get them to scrap this!
[01:49.458]Think! It's no use
[01:50.822]Think! they're close to
[01:52.088]Think, Eva, think!
[01:53.792]If a motive ever blinked into view, we'd all be lead askew
[01:57.227]A killer would abuse all the info they knew
[01:59.571](Look)
[02:00.354]Wait!
[02:01.435]Thinking critically, and analytically
[02:03.905]I don't have much of a choice—I can't clear my name
[02:06.792]But honestly, it's all abhorrent to me
[02:09.349]No matter what, it's still a game,
[02:11.335]Set:
[02:12.154]Go, on and laugh, oh what a disaster (A mathlete?)
[02:14.800]Cut me in half and make it go faster (There’s no way)
[02:17.502]Who do you trust? Why do you trust her, do you recall?
[02:21.306]That there's no hope for us all?
[02:22.681]When your eyes meet mine, do you see another twisted lie?
[02:25.699]Or would you make a joke of my disguise?
[02:27.964]What's a harsher fate than dying by a killer's hand?
[02:30.562]Being meek and unworthy of respect or command
[02:33.202]So antagonize as you will, and treat me cold as ice
[02:36.406]Keep looking down on me, oh that's just fine
[02:38.638]It's the weakest who'll be picked off, the bleakness that we speak of
[02:41.430]Won't wait for anyone to come around
[02:43.594]And soon it'll be found
[02:48.763]I know it'll be found
[02:55.374]People tend to hate a sore loser
[02:58.630]People tend to hate a proud winner
[03:01.706]People tend to hate a high scorer
[03:04.892]Tender, young, as they may be
[03:07.472]Maybe it's just the way of life
[03:10.607]But I'm sick of walking on the edge of a knife
[03:14.544]Mock me, scorn me, hate me, escalate these accusations
[03:18.421]Fuel the situation
[03:20.293]Dig your grave, with what you say
[03:23.300]We can't be can't all be saved, you're all dead anyway
[03:27.390]The smartest of a herd is still a sheep, after all
[03:30.117]So take the fall
[03:31.156]Plunge below, you can't handle a 95 degree angle
[03:33.539]You're no better than the rest
[03:34.708]None of you are, you've failed the test
[03:35.875]I'm sick of this, and I'm gonna win
[03:37.189]You're all naïve, and dumb as sin
[03:40.425]Go, on your marks, oh what a disaster
[03:42.538]Making a fuss like it'll go faster
[03:45.066]Who do you trust? Why do you trust anyone at all?
[03:49.018]Are you scared of the fall?
[03:50.537]When your eyes meet mine do they see behind the veil of lies?
[03:53.647]You'd hate me if you saw past my disguise
[03:56.022]What’s a harsher fate than dying by a killer’s hand?
[03:58.256]Being seen as yourself with all your flaws on the stand
[04:00.964]So antagonize as you will, I'm sure I'll be just fine
[04:04.030]Pointing the finger, blind leading the blind
[04:06.245]It's the weakest who'll be picked off
[04:07.635]The bleakness that we speak of
[04:08.970]Won't wait for anyone to come around
[04:12.029]There's nothing at the scene that could be found
[04:14.042]How are you wasting time?
[04:15.788]Get it over with, her alibi！
[04:17.697]Is nothing more than just a sad, cheap lie
[04:19.774]What's a harsher fate than dying by this killer’s hand?
[04:22.816]But allowing her to cry and change your mind, it's sad
[04:25.159]Don't antagonize me, there's no way I'd commit that crime
[04:28.073]I'm not a liar, you found that out, fine
[04:30.449]It's the weakest who'll be picked off, and she's the one who kicked off
[04:33.115]Not me! Why point at me, why can't you see?
[04:35.945]No
[04:36.805]I'm the weakest of the weak！
[04:41.745]Like that it's over, tell me it's a lie!
[04:43.756]When your eyes meet mine, do you see the lonely girl inside?
[04:46.788]I'm not a killer, so stop asking why!
[04:49.088]On my epitaph is a formula I can’t devise
[04:52.079]It’s not my fault, that stupid camera, I…
[04:54.883]Was it worth it? I'll never know, and so I'll never find
[04:57.541]Guess that it's over, zero multiplied
[05:00.276]Value of nothing, what a wasted— (life)

作词 : Sidney Robson
作曲 : Sidney Robson
Stuffed in a train car, with fifteen strangers, sixteen total
Moving along at a snail's pace
One hits the floor with a thud
And that's just the start
A gas fills the air now, we're fourteen, dropping, twelve to seven
Suddenly I'm frozen in place
I hit the floor with a thud
And that's just the start
This "academy" that I was enrolled to
On the basis of my merits in math...letics
And the hopes that I brought with me
Each sad and desperate belief
Rotted like the corpse within its halls
Thinking critically and analytically
I don't have much of a chance if I play this straight
And honestly, it's all abhorrent to me
No matter what, it's gamе
Set：
Go, on your marks, oh, what a disaster
Making a fuss like it'll go fastеr
Who do you trust?
Why do you trust anyone at all?
Be prepared for the fall!
When your eyes meet mine do they see behind the veil of lies?
You'd hate me if you saw past my disguise
What's a harsher fate than dying by a killer's hand?
Seeming meek and unworthy of respect or command
So antagonize as you will, I'm sure I'll be just fine
Wrapped round my finger as you're none the wise
It's the weakest who'll be picked off, the bleakness that we speak of
Won't wait for anyone to come around
And soon it'll be found
Create a decent disconnect between belief and true respect
If they ask something, deflect
Directly challenge them and check
They're in their lane
It's a game and in the end, we're forced to play
Better stick with and say that I'm something that I'm not, and never sway
Shit！
Think! Goddammit
Think! They'll have it
Think! I'm screwed if I can't get them to scrap this!
Think! It's no use
Think! they're close to
Think, Eva, think!
If a motive ever blinked into view, we'd all be lead askew
A killer would abuse all the info they knew
(Look)
Wait!
Thinking critically, and analytically
I don't have much of a choice—I can't clear my name
But honestly, it's all abhorrent to me
No matter what, it's still a game,
Set:
Go, on and laugh, oh what a disaster (A mathlete?)
Cut me in half and make it go faster (There’s no way)
Who do you trust? Why do you trust her, do you recall?
That there's no hope for us all?
When your eyes meet mine, do you see another twisted lie?
Or would you make a joke of my disguise?
What's a harsher fate than dying by a killer's hand?
Being meek and unworthy of respect or command
So antagonize as you will, and treat me cold as ice
Keep looking down on me, oh that's just fine
It's the weakest who'll be picked off, the bleakness that we speak of
Won't wait for anyone to come around
And soon it'll be found
I know it'll be found
People tend to hate a sore loser
People tend to hate a proud winner
People tend to hate a high scorer
Tender, young, as they may be
Maybe it's just the way of life
But I'm sick of walking on the edge of a knife
Mock me, scorn me, hate me, escalate these accusations
Fuel the situation
Dig your grave, with what you say
We can't be can't all be saved, you're all dead anyway
The smartest of a herd is still a sheep, after all
So take the fall
Plunge below, you can't handle a 95 degree angle
You're no better than the rest
None of you are, you've failed the test
I'm sick of this, and I'm gonna win
You're all naïve, and dumb as sin
Go, on your marks, oh what a disaster
Making a fuss like it'll go faster
Who do you trust? Why do you trust anyone at all?
Are you scared of the fall?
When your eyes meet mine do they see behind the veil of lies?
You'd hate me if you saw past my disguise
What’s a harsher fate than dying by a killer’s hand?
Being seen as yourself with all your flaws on the stand
So antagonize as you will, I'm sure I'll be just fine
Pointing the finger, blind leading the blind
It's the weakest who'll be picked off
The bleakness that we speak of
Won't wait for anyone to come around
There's nothing at the scene that could be found
How are you wasting time?
Get it over with, her alibi！
Is nothing more than just a sad, cheap lie
What's a harsher fate than dying by this killer’s hand?
But allowing her to cry and change your mind, it's sad
Don't antagonize me, there's no way I'd commit that crime
I'm not a liar, you found that out, fine
It's the weakest who'll be picked off, and she's the one who kicked off
Not me! Why point at me, why can't you see?
No
I'm the weakest of the weak！
Like that it's over, tell me it's a lie!
When your eyes meet mine, do you see the lonely girl inside?
I'm not a killer, so stop asking why!
On my epitaph is a formula I can’t devise
It’s not my fault, that stupid camera, I…
Was it worth it? I'll never know, and so I'll never find
Guess that it's over, zero multiplied
Value of nothing, what a wasted— (life)