歌词
They were screaming...
Yet it was they who corrupted...
Bled it, poisoned it, and made it die...
A gesture of dismantling dismissal...
Stabbed fluttering pieces...
Discarded propaganda...
Falling like diseased snow...
Clutched close (in) unyielding fists...
Internal precision chronometer warp...
Exacerbated crimson beams...
Stabbed fluttering pieces...
Discarded propaganda...
Carcass of rebellion...