歌词
Hang your hair, you don't seem right
And carry it back
Carry all the heads back
You know those things won't spike themselves
At the borders
You know those things can't see themselves
Around the corners
This and every night we spend
Tied up with our mirrored history
When you boil the substance down
When your ignorance glows
You'll high-five all the breathless brigadiers
When they say that you should know
This and every mirrored history