翻訳: ウィザーズ. タンデム.
You've got the part that's living now It's a tiny bit nasty But it's a part now just the same Have you the time to make it right? Lord knows I'm gonna
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've been feeding off the scraps they left behind and begging for more maybe I've been whimpering and scratching at the door but now I'm dog with sharper
[this song is an instrumental.]
Watching all the insects march along Seem to know just right where they belong Smears of face reflecting in the chrome Hiding in the crowd, I'm all alone
I pick things up, I am a collector And things, well things they tend to accumulate I have this net and it drags behind me It picks up feelings for me
didn't think so Hey the sooner we realize We cover ourselves with lies But underneath we're not so tough And love is not enough Well it hides in the dark Like the withering
There are things that I said I would never do There are fears that I cannot believe have come true For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
See the animal in his cage that you built Are you sure what side you're on? Better not look him too closely in the eye Are you sure what side of the glass
anything you've tried It's in her kiss Black as sea And it runs deeper than You dared to dream it could be With teeth With teeth With teeth With teeth
I am all alone this time around Sometimes on the side I hear a sound Places parallel I know it's you Feel the little pieces bleeding through And on This
crawl I think I'm losing my grip, but I can still make a fist You know I still got my one good arm, that I can beat I can beat myself up with I'm just
fucking know what you are? Don't you fucking know what you are? (Go on, get back to where you belong) You better take a good look 'cause I'm full of shit With
Sunspots cast a glare in my eyes Sometimes I forget I'm alive I feel it coming and I've gotta get out of its way I hear it calling and I come 'cause I
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth People should get beat up for statin' their beliefs He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth 'Cause he knows
time is running out There's never been a better way To expel your doubt And if we make it through I would come home with you Where we could take each
Ever since I been a little child, I been crunchin' walnuts with my teeth, And that accounts for my unusual smile, I been crunchin' walnuts with my teeth