[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:01.00] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:35.67]When the old ghost of suicide [00:39.03]creeps slowly back into your mind [00:44.36]then everything is bleak and blurred [00:47.67]down here in the short-sighted world [00:53.06]Yet this time I have to insist [00:56.72]on the sharpness of the things I missed [01:02.01]this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore [01:28.72]White fragile porcelain-boy [01:31.02]some minor things shall be left unsaid [01:35.59]yes you share the strongest desire for beauty [01:40.32]as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it [01:48.23]The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed [01:56.81]These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget [02:14.61]The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors [02:23.82]We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque [02:52.34]Well on the second day of excavation [02:55.11]tell me what did you expect to find [03:01.11]Be careful when you scratch the surface [03:04.98]cause we all have a dog to exercise [03:09.81]We are not lovers we are LIKERS [03:13.89]We are merely hands and shake [03:18.47]there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things [03:22.89]of which we're still afraid [03:27.83]We are not familiar with the state of （y）our decay [03:36.52]Because this is not our line it is not really our trade [03:46.22]All we know is that our feet are cold [03:49.73]and that our sticky hands are wet [03:54.21]and that we're here to bring you tidings [03:58.72]straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD [04:43.02]Look at the boy oh he really suffers [04:46.68]he's caught in fear and its distress [04:50.91]there's no point in looking at him for answers [04:55.69]because he is a stranger here himself [05:02.11]The body is a prison-cell [05:05.61]that like a child needs to be washed and fed [05:10.80]there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget