歌词
No one survives such an attack
And we all stood like monuments
Baring the nails in her back
Still moving sinews
In a graceful impression of life
Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
Fold, fear, die
Ten fingers driven through the heart
Through the core
As I stare into those strange
Magnetic eyes and wonder(For you, me)
Are there demons there?
I knew it all the time
The misanthropes were right
To crucify themselves
In the need of a savior
Still moving sinews struggle fearsome
With a lifeline forlorn
Caught in the nest
Of the impending dark fate
Semi worlds, life tight lodges
Where faces stiffen
Plagued with the frost of disease
Our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorder
Like living black numbers
That drip from her permanent skin
Joined in sweet fury to await the decay
Fragile and reddened in life lost array