[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:01.00] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:13.39]There's not a shred of beauty here
[00:19.28]residing in the human flesh,
[00:25.41]there's only sadness and confusion,
[00:31.88]and the stench of shit and death.
[00:37.75]In moments, dull, of self-pity
[00:43.70]of insufficiency and doubt,
[00:49.92]I catch myself, black-handed thief
[00:55.85]wishing that there'd be someone else.
[01:29.59]Sometimes ghosts are passing through
[01:35.26]the mind, both labyrinth and tomb,
[01:41.96]and yet it's still unrivalled here,
[01:47.86]Because all things unborn, only ideas,
[01:54.66]are sleeping safely far beyond the horrors of decay,
[02:07.15]and are thus sacred and immortal,
[02:13.14]because they never had to fade.
[02:49.80]Thumbing at times harlf-heartedly
[02:55.85]through flip-books of a lonely child,
[03:02.26]old silent movies shake and flicker
[03:07.44]in the dark theatre between my thighs.
[03:14.53]Then countless are the heads and limbs that wildly jump atop
[03:26.68]soulless bodies, unspecific,
[03:32.73]as they are numberless and cropped.
[04:09.88]When you close your tired eyes,
[04:15.66]does he then join you in this place ?
[04:21.73]Will he cross over, share your dream,
[04:26.22]or does he vanish on the doorstep,
[04:29.73]all too quickly disappear ?
[04:34.02]Alas reality is such a crippled whore,
[04:39.99]all mortal things are sick and rotten to the core,
[04:46.21]only the mind, that frail, but kingly jewel,
[04:51.60]gives birth to beauty, love and truth.