Glass Danse Lyrics

	作词 : Faint
	feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance. real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out. where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit. the glass dance world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy, it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy. i call them bodies but, they are attentive too, i feel the social glare i feel the attitude. watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in. made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber. time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club. in a line, in the city. the glass dance world flickers on because the cycle happens enough: a baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life, an infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies. that's simplified but uh. . .when your complexion dries, you wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way.

	zuo ci : Faint
	feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance. real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out. where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit. the glass dance world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy, it' s a disinterest not that i' m a timid guy. i call them bodies but, they are attentive too, i feel the social glare i feel the attitude. watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in. made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber. time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club. in a line, in the city. the glass dance world flickers on because the cycle happens enough: a baby falls out warm, it' s screaming for it' s life, an infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies. that' s simplified but uh. . . when your complexion dries, you wake up cold and think, you wish it' d been this way.

	zuò cí : Faint
	feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance. real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out. where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit. the glass dance world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy, it' s a disinterest not that i' m a timid guy. i call them bodies but, they are attentive too, i feel the social glare i feel the attitude. watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in. made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber. time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club. in a line, in the city. the glass dance world flickers on because the cycle happens enough: a baby falls out warm, it' s screaming for it' s life, an infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies. that' s simplified but uh. . . when your complexion dries, you wake up cold and think, you wish it' d been this way.

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