Lest we forget this negation.
Set to separate.
Sell me all your pain.
All your negligence.
I’ll be what you thought would never eventuate.
I’ll show you secondary situations.
Reflecting on nothing.
Accepting the worst.
Make it worse.
Seldom ever great.
Still they celebrate as I’m roaming around with my ear to the ground and a head full of shit.
Yet I still hear the sounds of the hounds that surround me. They gnashed as I bled for some reasons I’d kill to believe in. I’ve sealed my good feelings away to perform my self-misuse for applauses pausing truce.
I don’t want to oblige.
I don’t want to comply to a life that’s been left with you.
We could be heavenly but would it change things deemed obscene and irreverent?
Someone calls.
Screened, unclean, and a weathering appetence.
Seems I’ve leaned to disease in my heaving heart. What if I’m cold? What if I’m vacant?
What if I’ve seen this depletion before the start? What if I’ve known? What if it’s blatant?
Would I be beseech you or plea to be someone else?
Would it be cordial or far from complacent?
Could we reprieve this without all of the pestilence? I could be wrong but I’ve seen this before.
What if I just want to watch you fall?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
Lest we forget this negation.
Set to separate.
Sell me all your pain.
All your negligence.
I’ll be what you thought would never eventuate.
I’ll show you secondary situations.
Reflecting on nothing.
Accepting the worst.
Make it worse.
Seldom ever great.
Still they celebrate as I’m roaming around with my ear to the ground and a head full of shit.
Yet I still hear the sounds of the hounds that surround me. They gnashed as I bled for some reasons I’d kill to believe in. I’ve sealed my good feelings away to perform my self-misuse for applauses pausing truce.
I don’t want to oblige.
I don’t want to comply to a life that’s been left with you.
We could be heavenly but would it change things deemed obscene and irreverent?
Someone calls.
Screened, unclean, and a weathering appetence.
Seems I’ve leaned to disease in my heaving heart. What if I’m cold? What if I’m vacant?
What if I’ve seen this depletion before the start? What if I’ve known? What if it’s blatant?
Would I be beseech you or plea to be someone else?
Would it be cordial or far from complacent?
Could we reprieve this without all of the pestilence? I could be wrong but I’ve seen this before.
What if I just want to watch you fall?
📝
纯歌词版本
Lest we forget this negation.
Set to separate.
Sell me all your pain.
All your negligence.
I’ll be what you thought would never eventuate.
I’ll show you secondary situations.
Reflecting on nothing.
Accepting the worst.
Make it worse.
Seldom ever great.
Still they celebrate as I’m roaming around with my ear to the ground and a head full of shit.
Yet I still hear the sounds of the hounds that surround me. They gnashed as I bled for some reasons I’d kill to believe in. I’ve sealed my good feelings away to perform my self-misuse for applauses pausing truce.
I don’t want to oblige.
I don’t want to comply to a life that’s been left with you.
We could be heavenly but would it change things deemed obscene and irreverent?
Someone calls.
Screened, unclean, and a weathering appetence.
Seems I’ve leaned to disease in my heaving heart. What if I’m cold? What if I’m vacant?
What if I’ve seen this depletion before the start? What if I’ve known? What if it’s blatant?
Would I be beseech you or plea to be someone else?
Would it be cordial or far from complacent?
Could we reprieve this without all of the pestilence? I could be wrong but I’ve seen this before.
What if I just want to watch you fall?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
Lest we forget this negation.
Set to separate.
Sell me all your pain.
All your negligence.
I’ll be what you thought would never eventuate.
I’ll show you secondary situations.
Reflecting on nothing.
Accepting the worst.
Make it worse.
Seldom ever great.
Still they celebrate as I’m roaming around with my ear to the ground and a head full of shit.
Yet I still hear the sounds of the hounds that surround me. They gnashed as I bled for some reasons I’d kill to believe in. I’ve sealed my good feelings away to perform my self-misuse for applauses pausing truce.
I don’t want to oblige.
I don’t want to comply to a life that’s been left with you.
We could be heavenly but would it change things deemed obscene and irreverent?
Someone calls.
Screened, unclean, and a weathering appetence.
Seems I’ve leaned to disease in my heaving heart. What if I’m cold? What if I’m vacant?
What if I’ve seen this depletion before the start? What if I’ve known? What if it’s blatant?
Would I be beseech you or plea to be someone else?
Would it be cordial or far from complacent?
Could we reprieve this without all of the pestilence? I could be wrong but I’ve seen this before.
What if I just want to watch you fall?