| Song | No More Me |
| Artist | King Diamond |
| Album | The Puppet Master |
| 作词 : Diamond, Thompson | |
| Why am I strapped to this hospital bed?"First your eyes, then your skinWe will make you feel.. born again.. No More Me my friend" | |
| A shiny scalpel is in the | |
| Master's hand | |
| His Wife has got the jars for | |
| Blood, she keeps one near | |
| I fear for my life, | |
| No More Me | |
| I fear there will be | |
| No More Me at all | |
| Is this goodbye sweet life... | |
| Ahhhhh...Scalpel cuts, eyelids drop | |
| Into a jar... | |
| I'm crying | |
| BloodFingers pull my eyeballs out... | |
| Scissors snap... | |
| I bleed a lot | |
| They set my eyes into this | |
| Puppet's head | |
| And still my eyes can see, | |
| I'm looking back.. at myself | |
| And what I see is | |
| No More Me at all | |
| I have no eyes | |
| My veins...feel.. like worms | |
| Drying in the sun... this takes too long | |
| Stripping skin from all my bones | |
| Pain too strong...my senses they go numb | |
| All of my | |
| Blood is now in little jars | |
| I should be dead by now, but | |
| I am still | |
| I am still alive inside my eyes | |
| And I see | |
| Emerencia throw my carcass in the trash |
| zuò cí : Diamond, Thompson | |
| Why am I strapped to this hospital bed?" First your eyes, then your skinWe will make you feel.. born again.. No More Me my friend" | |
| A shiny scalpel is in the | |
| Master' s hand | |
| His Wife has got the jars for | |
| Blood, she keeps one near | |
| I fear for my life, | |
| No More Me | |
| I fear there will be | |
| No More Me at all | |
| Is this goodbye sweet life... | |
| Ahhhhh... Scalpel cuts, eyelids drop | |
| Into a jar... | |
| I' m crying | |
| BloodFingers pull my eyeballs out... | |
| Scissors snap... | |
| I bleed a lot | |
| They set my eyes into this | |
| Puppet' s head | |
| And still my eyes can see, | |
| I' m looking back.. at myself | |
| And what I see is | |
| No More Me at all | |
| I have no eyes | |
| My veins... feel.. like worms | |
| Drying in the sun... this takes too long | |
| Stripping skin from all my bones | |
| Pain too strong... my senses they go numb | |
| All of my | |
| Blood is now in little jars | |
| I should be dead by now, but | |
| I am still | |
| I am still alive inside my eyes | |
| And I see | |
| Emerencia throw my carcass in the trash |