| Song | The Static Masses |
| Artist | Light This City |
| Album | Prosthetic Records Sampler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Murray, Nichol |
| [01:02.91] | Even when I was younger |
| [01:03.42] | I could feel your slimy sculptor's hands |
| [01:04.29] | Shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies |
| [01:10.38] | Forever crafted to a silent |
| [01:11.37] | Excessive perfection |
| [01:11.85] | Fingers digging out all visible flaws |
| [01:13.23] | Yet you still aren't satisfied with your work |
| [01:15.30] | I'll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye |
| [01:19.80] | I'll never show a single sign that I'm alive |
| [01:21.45] | The time will come to break the chisel that hacked away our trust |
| [01:24.15] | I'll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye |
| [01:26.01] | I'll never show a single sign I can defy |
| [01:27.06] | You need to understand it's what you've done to all of us |
| [01:30.72] | As you approach, I'll always freeze right where I'm standing |
| [01:34.11] | Heart beating faster under the cold |
| [01:36.96] | Hard clay that has become my skin |
| [01:38.46] | It's buried so deep |
| [01:39.30] | You'd never know it was there |
| [01:47.91] | But you're seeking something |
| [01:54.27] | I can see it when you examine my every feature |
| [01:55.20] | For something more than what you've designed |
| [01:56.01] | Weighed down by my own heavy splendor |
| [01:59.97] | I'm just a statue to pose at your parties |
| [02:03.81] | Surrounded by a stiff |
| [02:04.29] | Leering mass groping for a feel of the new old trend |
| [03:01.65] | But what more can I give you besides my rigid presence |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Murray, Nichol |
| [01:02.91] | Even when I was younger |
| [01:03.42] | I could feel your slimy sculptor' s hands |
| [01:04.29] | Shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies |
| [01:10.38] | Forever crafted to a silent |
| [01:11.37] | Excessive perfection |
| [01:11.85] | Fingers digging out all visible flaws |
| [01:13.23] | Yet you still aren' t satisfied with your work |
| [01:15.30] | I' ll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye |
| [01:19.80] | I' ll never show a single sign that I' m alive |
| [01:21.45] | The time will come to break the chisel that hacked away our trust |
| [01:24.15] | I' ll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye |
| [01:26.01] | I' ll never show a single sign I can defy |
| [01:27.06] | You need to understand it' s what you' ve done to all of us |
| [01:30.72] | As you approach, I' ll always freeze right where I' m standing |
| [01:34.11] | Heart beating faster under the cold |
| [01:36.96] | Hard clay that has become my skin |
| [01:38.46] | It' s buried so deep |
| [01:39.30] | You' d never know it was there |
| [01:47.91] | But you' re seeking something |
| [01:54.27] | I can see it when you examine my every feature |
| [01:55.20] | For something more than what you' ve designed |
| [01:56.01] | Weighed down by my own heavy splendor |
| [01:59.97] | I' m just a statue to pose at your parties |
| [02:03.81] | Surrounded by a stiff |
| [02:04.29] | Leering mass groping for a feel of the new old trend |
| [03:01.65] | But what more can I give you besides my rigid presence |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Murray, Nichol |
| [01:02.91] | Even when I was younger |
| [01:03.42] | I could feel your slimy sculptor' s hands |
| [01:04.29] | Shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies |
| [01:10.38] | Forever crafted to a silent |
| [01:11.37] | Excessive perfection |
| [01:11.85] | Fingers digging out all visible flaws |
| [01:13.23] | Yet you still aren' t satisfied with your work |
| [01:15.30] | I' ll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye |
| [01:19.80] | I' ll never show a single sign that I' m alive |
| [01:21.45] | The time will come to break the chisel that hacked away our trust |
| [01:24.15] | I' ll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye |
| [01:26.01] | I' ll never show a single sign I can defy |
| [01:27.06] | You need to understand it' s what you' ve done to all of us |
| [01:30.72] | As you approach, I' ll always freeze right where I' m standing |
| [01:34.11] | Heart beating faster under the cold |
| [01:36.96] | Hard clay that has become my skin |
| [01:38.46] | It' s buried so deep |
| [01:39.30] | You' d never know it was there |
| [01:47.91] | But you' re seeking something |
| [01:54.27] | I can see it when you examine my every feature |
| [01:55.20] | For something more than what you' ve designed |
| [01:56.01] | Weighed down by my own heavy splendor |
| [01:59.97] | I' m just a statue to pose at your parties |
| [02:03.81] | Surrounded by a stiff |
| [02:04.29] | Leering mass groping for a feel of the new old trend |
| [03:01.65] | But what more can I give you besides my rigid presence |