Song | The Ghost Never Smiles |
Artist | Cindytalk |
Album | Camouflage Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cindytalk, Sharp | |
The ghost in the squalor | |
Alive and so well | |
Thriving on the mess | |
And the noise | |
The ghost in the dirt | |
And falling around | |
Inside... | |
Maybe only for sunday | |
Maybe only for sunday | |
The mass and the worship | |
Inside the old system of hanging the martyr | |
We kneel and stay happy | |
We kneel and stay happy | |
There's safety in silence | |
And dance with the statue | |
It's cracking the bullwhip | |
It's cracking the bullwhip | |
And laughing in madness | |
It's cracking... | |
ahhh ahhhhhhhh | |
There's a wildness inside me | |
A strangeness coming over | |
There's a wildness inside me | |
It's kicking out | |
It's kicking out | |
The ghost never smiles | |
Only to worship the soldier | |
In his neatly pressed uniform | |
Holding weapon and ready to fire | |
Maybe the ghost could walk right through | |
The smart young soldier so eager to fire | |
Simulating-masturbation | |
Simulating-masturbation | |
The ghost never smiles | |
You can tell this is real | |
For the soldier is has died | |
And his body is fear | |
Now with the sunday singing quietly... | |
(Maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier, | |
Crying for the young soldier) | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Holding my body is fear |
zuo qu : Cindytalk, Sharp | |
The ghost in the squalor | |
Alive and so well | |
Thriving on the mess | |
And the noise | |
The ghost in the dirt | |
And falling around | |
Inside... | |
Maybe only for sunday | |
Maybe only for sunday | |
The mass and the worship | |
Inside the old system of hanging the martyr | |
We kneel and stay happy | |
We kneel and stay happy | |
There' s safety in silence | |
And dance with the statue | |
It' s cracking the bullwhip | |
It' s cracking the bullwhip | |
And laughing in madness | |
It' s cracking... | |
ahhh ahhhhhhhh | |
There' s a wildness inside me | |
A strangeness coming over | |
There' s a wildness inside me | |
It' s kicking out | |
It' s kicking out | |
The ghost never smiles | |
Only to worship the soldier | |
In his neatly pressed uniform | |
Holding weapon and ready to fire | |
Maybe the ghost could walk right through | |
The smart young soldier so eager to fire | |
Simulatingmasturbation | |
Simulatingmasturbation | |
The ghost never smiles | |
You can tell this is real | |
For the soldier is has died | |
And his body is fear | |
Now with the sunday singing quietly... | |
Maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier, | |
Crying for the young soldier | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Holding my body is fear |
zuò qǔ : Cindytalk, Sharp | |
The ghost in the squalor | |
Alive and so well | |
Thriving on the mess | |
And the noise | |
The ghost in the dirt | |
And falling around | |
Inside... | |
Maybe only for sunday | |
Maybe only for sunday | |
The mass and the worship | |
Inside the old system of hanging the martyr | |
We kneel and stay happy | |
We kneel and stay happy | |
There' s safety in silence | |
And dance with the statue | |
It' s cracking the bullwhip | |
It' s cracking the bullwhip | |
And laughing in madness | |
It' s cracking... | |
ahhh ahhhhhhhh | |
There' s a wildness inside me | |
A strangeness coming over | |
There' s a wildness inside me | |
It' s kicking out | |
It' s kicking out | |
The ghost never smiles | |
Only to worship the soldier | |
In his neatly pressed uniform | |
Holding weapon and ready to fire | |
Maybe the ghost could walk right through | |
The smart young soldier so eager to fire | |
Simulatingmasturbation | |
Simulatingmasturbation | |
The ghost never smiles | |
You can tell this is real | |
For the soldier is has died | |
And his body is fear | |
Now with the sunday singing quietly... | |
Maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier, | |
Crying for the young soldier | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Touching my body is fear | |
Holding my body is fear |