| 作词 : Bressanutti, Codenys ... | |
| With that skill that was hers alone | |
| She drove her clutches into me | |
| I was dumbfounded | |
| She was hungry | |
| She required me entirely | |
| All that's left is here to remain | |
| It's a dull and cruel pain | |
| That passes the ages unaltered | |
| Her stamp is in my heart | |
| I still feel disemboweled | |
| I clearly retain | |
| A blank The void | |
| The sore in my soul | |
| The mark in my heart | |
| Her acid reign | |
| Hot sun, global fun | |
| Needed action, start to run | |
| And that voice that was hers alone | |
| Still resounds in me | |
| She left me dislocated | |
| Disavowed | |
| And twitching | |
| Her rhythm is in my heart | |
| She inspired in me | |
| An acute sense of treachery |
| zuo ci : Bressanutti, Codenys ... | |
| With that skill that was hers alone | |
| She drove her clutches into me | |
| I was dumbfounded | |
| She was hungry | |
| She required me entirely | |
| All that' s left is here to remain | |
| It' s a dull and cruel pain | |
| That passes the ages unaltered | |
| Her stamp is in my heart | |
| I still feel disemboweled | |
| I clearly retain | |
| A blank The void | |
| The sore in my soul | |
| The mark in my heart | |
| Her acid reign | |
| Hot sun, global fun | |
| Needed action, start to run | |
| And that voice that was hers alone | |
| Still resounds in me | |
| She left me dislocated | |
| Disavowed | |
| And twitching | |
| Her rhythm is in my heart | |
| She inspired in me | |
| An acute sense of treachery |
| zuò cí : Bressanutti, Codenys ... | |
| With that skill that was hers alone | |
| She drove her clutches into me | |
| I was dumbfounded | |
| She was hungry | |
| She required me entirely | |
| All that' s left is here to remain | |
| It' s a dull and cruel pain | |
| That passes the ages unaltered | |
| Her stamp is in my heart | |
| I still feel disemboweled | |
| I clearly retain | |
| A blank The void | |
| The sore in my soul | |
| The mark in my heart | |
| Her acid reign | |
| Hot sun, global fun | |
| Needed action, start to run | |
| And that voice that was hers alone | |
| Still resounds in me | |
| She left me dislocated | |
| Disavowed | |
| And twitching | |
| Her rhythm is in my heart | |
| She inspired in me | |
| An acute sense of treachery |
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