| Song | My True Body |
| Artist | Angels of Light |
| Album | How I Loved You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gira, Young | |
| Now I am your mute cousin, | |
| young shaved virgin whore, | |
| on my prison steel bed I wait for you. | |
| So follow me down, | |
| I am weeping and torn, | |
| put your dirty white hands inside me. | |
| These walls they are ringing, | |
| with my tortured last screaming, | |
| now suck the fear from my belly. | |
| The red sea is raging, | |
| with my coughing and spitting, | |
| my love is bitter sulpher burning. | |
| Now I am your mute wife, | |
| you wrote your name on my back with your knife, | |
| my pain is pointless and endless. | |
| I'm your stupid child now, | |
| who is shaking with grief in your mouth, | |
| and I'm calling your name from hell.... | |
| The shining black horse on the ridge, | |
| is snorting and choking with it, | |
| I can feel the texture of your suffering. | |
| My memory's an ocean, | |
| littered with useless debris, | |
| please stop me now from thinking. | |
| The white sun is rising, | |
| over the lavender hill, | |
| I can see the footsteps of Jesus. | |
| So where's my true body now, | |
| now that I've been consumed, | |
| I'm dissolving inside of your future.... | |
| No I am not my body. |
| zuo qu : Gira, Young | |
| Now I am your mute cousin, | |
| young shaved virgin whore, | |
| on my prison steel bed I wait for you. | |
| So follow me down, | |
| I am weeping and torn, | |
| put your dirty white hands inside me. | |
| These walls they are ringing, | |
| with my tortured last screaming, | |
| now suck the fear from my belly. | |
| The red sea is raging, | |
| with my coughing and spitting, | |
| my love is bitter sulpher burning. | |
| Now I am your mute wife, | |
| you wrote your name on my back with your knife, | |
| my pain is pointless and endless. | |
| I' m your stupid child now, | |
| who is shaking with grief in your mouth, | |
| and I' m calling your name from hell.... | |
| The shining black horse on the ridge, | |
| is snorting and choking with it, | |
| I can feel the texture of your suffering. | |
| My memory' s an ocean, | |
| littered with useless debris, | |
| please stop me now from thinking. | |
| The white sun is rising, | |
| over the lavender hill, | |
| I can see the footsteps of Jesus. | |
| So where' s my true body now, | |
| now that I' ve been consumed, | |
| I' m dissolving inside of your future.... | |
| No I am not my body. |
| zuò qǔ : Gira, Young | |
| Now I am your mute cousin, | |
| young shaved virgin whore, | |
| on my prison steel bed I wait for you. | |
| So follow me down, | |
| I am weeping and torn, | |
| put your dirty white hands inside me. | |
| These walls they are ringing, | |
| with my tortured last screaming, | |
| now suck the fear from my belly. | |
| The red sea is raging, | |
| with my coughing and spitting, | |
| my love is bitter sulpher burning. | |
| Now I am your mute wife, | |
| you wrote your name on my back with your knife, | |
| my pain is pointless and endless. | |
| I' m your stupid child now, | |
| who is shaking with grief in your mouth, | |
| and I' m calling your name from hell.... | |
| The shining black horse on the ridge, | |
| is snorting and choking with it, | |
| I can feel the texture of your suffering. | |
| My memory' s an ocean, | |
| littered with useless debris, | |
| please stop me now from thinking. | |
| The white sun is rising, | |
| over the lavender hill, | |
| I can see the footsteps of Jesus. | |
| So where' s my true body now, | |
| now that I' ve been consumed, | |
| I' m dissolving inside of your future.... | |
| No I am not my body. |