| 作词 : Konietzko, Ogre, Rieflin ... | |
| A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar | |
| A secret never wanted, death defying little charms | |
| How to defend pretend selective, piss away so long neglected | |
| Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| All those tethered whether wise | |
| A blood stain all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool | |
| A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry | |
| In the sink dissection, decimation is the rule | |
| In determining direction acting agent act the fool | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| Putrid helping kept inside | |
| Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
| Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
| A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through | |
| To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view | |
| The distant elevation of a faded wicked high | |
| Divination ask a question of a spirit, for a thing you used to hide | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| Passed out serving on the side | |
| From the meat | |
| I'm suffocating | |
| Cutting from the bone to hide | |
| Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
| Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
| A noose knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm | |
| Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun | |
| Assume today a game to play, cardboard house in disarray | |
| Tremble little joker think, dig it deep don't be afraid |
| zuo ci : Konietzko, Ogre, Rieflin ... | |
| A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar | |
| A secret never wanted, death defying little charms | |
| How to defend pretend selective, piss away so long neglected | |
| Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| All those tethered whether wise | |
| A blood stain all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool | |
| A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry | |
| In the sink dissection, decimation is the rule | |
| In determining direction acting agent act the fool | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| Putrid helping kept inside | |
| Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
| Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
| A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through | |
| To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view | |
| The distant elevation of a faded wicked high | |
| Divination ask a question of a spirit, for a thing you used to hide | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| Passed out serving on the side | |
| From the meat | |
| I' m suffocating | |
| Cutting from the bone to hide | |
| Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
| Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
| A noose knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm | |
| Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun | |
| Assume today a game to play, cardboard house in disarray | |
| Tremble little joker think, dig it deep don' t be afraid |
| zuò cí : Konietzko, Ogre, Rieflin ... | |
| A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar | |
| A secret never wanted, death defying little charms | |
| How to defend pretend selective, piss away so long neglected | |
| Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| All those tethered whether wise | |
| A blood stain all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool | |
| A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry | |
| In the sink dissection, decimation is the rule | |
| In determining direction acting agent act the fool | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| Putrid helping kept inside | |
| Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
| Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
| A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through | |
| To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view | |
| The distant elevation of a faded wicked high | |
| Divination ask a question of a spirit, for a thing you used to hide | |
| Pass the meat from which | |
| I stink of | |
| Passed out serving on the side | |
| From the meat | |
| I' m suffocating | |
| Cutting from the bone to hide | |
| Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
| Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
| Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
| Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
| A noose knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm | |
| Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun | |
| Assume today a game to play, cardboard house in disarray | |
| Tremble little joker think, dig it deep don' t be afraid |
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