[00:00.000] 作词 : alyshialynn
[00:01.000] 作曲 : alyshialynn
[00:16.541]In our yard, the lilies bloomed red
[00:23.660]You found me teetering on the edge
[00:32.084]The sky opened to an ocean of hell
[00:39.968]“Bury me,” I begged. “Put a bullet in my head.”
[00:47.712]You’ve been quiescent. Yet I can tell, that you sense my essence
[00:55.814]Or pierce me through, like a mourning arrow, darling nothing makes sense
[01:03.679]We sat on the swing in a forgotten garden, watching life given and taken
[01:12.515]You are still here, a lingering death, however time broke and bent
[01:19.843]The rain scrapes the brass of the clock
[01:24.698]Filling the city with metal tears
[01:28.621]The fools and liars, the birds will hear
[01:32.686]This game rushing to an end.
[01:35.694]And I ask, “will you find another?”
[01:43.245]You mumbled something. It’s lost to the darkness.
[01:51.712]My anomaly, my Cassandra
[01:55.960]The one who understand
[01:59.630]Will we ever be free from this cage we made
[02:03.920]Rust crusted our small hands
[02:08.584]Your heart made of broken thorns
[02:11.996]It bled evening fires.
[02:15.908]This final round of Russian roulette
[02:20.090]Say I’m your only friend

作词 : alyshialynn
作曲 : alyshialynn
In our yard, the lilies bloomed red
You found me teetering on the edge
The sky opened to an ocean of hell
“Bury me,” I begged. “Put a bullet in my head.”
You’ve been quiescent. Yet I can tell, that you sense my essence
Or pierce me through, like a mourning arrow, darling nothing makes sense
We sat on the swing in a forgotten garden, watching life given and taken
You are still here, a lingering death, however time broke and bent
The rain scrapes the brass of the clock
Filling the city with metal tears
The fools and liars, the birds will hear
This game rushing to an end.
And I ask, “will you find another?”
You mumbled something. It’s lost to the darkness.
My anomaly, my Cassandra
The one who understand
Will we ever be free from this cage we made
Rust crusted our small hands
Your heart made of broken thorns
It bled evening fires.
This final round of Russian roulette
Say I’m your only friend