| Song | Death Wish |
| Artist | 爱书华 |
| Album | Death Wish |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 爱书华 | |
| 作曲 : 爱书华 | |
| Music and Lyrics by Joshua C. Love(爱书华) | |
| Recorded & Mixed at Butterfly Temples [Toronto] | |
| Mastered by Alex Saltz APS Mastering [NYC] | |
| (Piano pounds and they look up startled) | |
| It’s like a love story, where these two broken souls find power for the first time | |
| But the moment their eyes meet, they’re doomed to an eternity of conflict, waiting to be given the chance to be reborn | |
| without that wish of death, without that wish of death, | |
| without that wish of death | |
| Just like they were in some non-existent past. | |
| Reaching for peace, reaching for order | |
| You’ve got hysterical eyes | |
| And yet you always believe | |
| It’s like a death-wish riding | |
| On the tips of the breeze | |
| I’ve got this bad taste dripping | |
| From the sides of my sleeves | |
| And I’ve got this cold spine shiver | |
| As I’m watching the screen | |
| I see these big grins | |
| Wearing all the White that they can | |
| Don’t bother painting a picture | |
| With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
| It’s a fiction of function | |
| That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
| And if we keep the encryption | |
| The code will Break Us Down | |
| They knew that, for them, their only wish was to vanish into the ether | |
| In hopes of , one day, returning to this world as flesh and blood | |
| Capable of err, capable of love | |
| But they knew their virtual existence was without time | |
| And it was this deep and infinite sadness | |
| That brought these two iron souls | |
| And their heart-wrenching tale | |
| To their greatest passion and their greatest demise | |
| You’ve got hysterical eyes | |
| And yet you always believe | |
| It’s like a death-wish riding | |
| On the tips of the breeze | |
| I’ve got this bad taste dripping | |
| From the sides of my sleeves | |
| And I’ve got this cold spine shiver | |
| As I’m watching the screen | |
| I see these big grins | |
| Wearing all the White that they can | |
| Don’t bother painting a picture | |
| With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
| It’s a fiction of function | |
| That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
| And if we keep the encryption | |
| The code will Break Us Down |
| zuo ci : ai shu hua | |
| zuo qu : ai shu hua | |
| Music and Lyrics by Joshua C. Love ai shu hua | |
| Recorded Mixed at Butterfly Temples Toronto | |
| Mastered by Alex Saltz APS Mastering NYC | |
| Piano pounds and they look up startled | |
| It' s like a love story, where these two broken souls find power for the first time | |
| But the moment their eyes meet, they' re doomed to an eternity of conflict, waiting to be given the chance to be reborn | |
| without that wish of death, without that wish of death, | |
| without that wish of death | |
| Just like they were in some nonexistent past. | |
| Reaching for peace, reaching for order | |
| You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
| And yet you always believe | |
| It' s like a deathwish riding | |
| On the tips of the breeze | |
| I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
| From the sides of my sleeves | |
| And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
| As I' m watching the screen | |
| I see these big grins | |
| Wearing all the White that they can | |
| Don' t bother painting a picture | |
| With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
| It' s a fiction of function | |
| That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
| And if we keep the encryption | |
| The code will Break Us Down | |
| They knew that, for them, their only wish was to vanish into the ether | |
| In hopes of , one day, returning to this world as flesh and blood | |
| Capable of err, capable of love | |
| But they knew their virtual existence was without time | |
| And it was this deep and infinite sadness | |
| That brought these two iron souls | |
| And their heartwrenching tale | |
| To their greatest passion and their greatest demise | |
| You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
| And yet you always believe | |
| It' s like a deathwish riding | |
| On the tips of the breeze | |
| I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
| From the sides of my sleeves | |
| And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
| As I' m watching the screen | |
| I see these big grins | |
| Wearing all the White that they can | |
| Don' t bother painting a picture | |
| With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
| It' s a fiction of function | |
| That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
| And if we keep the encryption | |
| The code will Break Us Down |
| zuò cí : ài shū huá | |
| zuò qǔ : ài shū huá | |
| Music and Lyrics by Joshua C. Love ài shū huá | |
| Recorded Mixed at Butterfly Temples Toronto | |
| Mastered by Alex Saltz APS Mastering NYC | |
| Piano pounds and they look up startled | |
| It' s like a love story, where these two broken souls find power for the first time | |
| But the moment their eyes meet, they' re doomed to an eternity of conflict, waiting to be given the chance to be reborn | |
| without that wish of death, without that wish of death, | |
| without that wish of death | |
| Just like they were in some nonexistent past. | |
| Reaching for peace, reaching for order | |
| You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
| And yet you always believe | |
| It' s like a deathwish riding | |
| On the tips of the breeze | |
| I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
| From the sides of my sleeves | |
| And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
| As I' m watching the screen | |
| I see these big grins | |
| Wearing all the White that they can | |
| Don' t bother painting a picture | |
| With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
| It' s a fiction of function | |
| That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
| And if we keep the encryption | |
| The code will Break Us Down | |
| They knew that, for them, their only wish was to vanish into the ether | |
| In hopes of , one day, returning to this world as flesh and blood | |
| Capable of err, capable of love | |
| But they knew their virtual existence was without time | |
| And it was this deep and infinite sadness | |
| That brought these two iron souls | |
| And their heartwrenching tale | |
| To their greatest passion and their greatest demise | |
| You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
| And yet you always believe | |
| It' s like a deathwish riding | |
| On the tips of the breeze | |
| I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
| From the sides of my sleeves | |
| And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
| As I' m watching the screen | |
| I see these big grins | |
| Wearing all the White that they can | |
| Don' t bother painting a picture | |
| With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
| It' s a fiction of function | |
| That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
| And if we keep the encryption | |
| The code will Break Us Down |