[00:00.00] 作曲 : Not Documented[00:00.00] Faces of the likely imagined childhood[00:06.57]carousel around her carousel to pieces, pieces[00:12.15]this white knuckle bound dream is[00:14.82]screamed to halt so suddenly[00:17.67]in hunt for closure we ride, day and night[00:22.29]She's panting the rapture[00:26.76]one stroke to define everything[00:30.66]in feverish color she constructs her multiverse[00:37.98]manic ties to lead this multiplicity in stride[00:46.71]an error of a lifetime she let herself go[00:53.31]this light will always remain the same to us, to everything[00:58.38]I haven't the faintest of ideas[01:01.29]of how to stop myself[01:03.69]you've got to recede back to the skies of life[01:07.11]and waterless lungs[01:08.73]the siren is calling you to your death[01:12.00]thankfully her lover for the ocean[01:15.36]keeps her in place[01:17.13]I've only got one last piece of work in line to,[01:21.72]to usher in the new era[01:24.30]shew offer to redefine your color, your pride,[01:29.10]your everything[01:46.17]its already to late for those men they'll forever be ******[01:50.46]she's the kind of blade you didn't know existed[01:54.63]you've already bled out to her before you even met[02:03.27]this monopoly is held and she's in league with nature[02:08.10]the unfolding of her spectrum has thoughts for us.