Children Of The Corn Lyrics

Song	Children Of The Corn
Artist	Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows
Album	Children of the Corn
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[00:00.00]	作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:01.00]	作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:13.39]	There's not a shred of beauty here
[00:19.28]	residing in the human flesh,
[00:25.41]	there's only sadness and confusion,
[00:31.88]	and the stench of shit and death.
[00:37.75]	In moments, dull, of self-pity
[00:43.70]	of insufficiency and doubt,
[00:49.92]	I catch myself, black-handed thief
[00:55.85]	wishing that there'd be someone else.
[01:29.59]	Sometimes ghosts are passing through
[01:35.26]	the mind, both labyrinth and tomb,
[01:41.96]	and yet it's still unrivalled here,
[01:47.86]	Because all things unborn, only ideas,
[01:54.66]	are sleeping safely far beyond the horrors of decay,
[02:07.15]	and are thus sacred and immortal,
[02:13.14]	because they never had to fade.
[02:49.80]	Thumbing at times harlf-heartedly
[02:55.85]	through flip-books of a lonely child,
[03:02.26]	old silent movies shake and flicker
[03:07.44]	in the dark theatre between my thighs.
[03:14.53]	Then countless are the heads and limbs that wildly jump atop
[03:26.68]	soulless bodies, unspecific,
[03:32.73]	as they are numberless and cropped.
[04:09.88]	When you close your tired eyes,
[04:15.66]	does he then join you in this place ?
[04:21.73]	Will he cross over, share your dream,
[04:26.22]	or does he vanish on the doorstep,
[04:29.73]	all too quickly disappear ?
[04:34.02]	Alas reality is such a crippled whore,
[04:39.99]	all mortal things are sick and rotten to the core,
[04:46.21]	only the mind, that frail, but kingly jewel,
[04:51.60]	gives birth to beauty, love and truth.

[00:00.00]	zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea
[00:01.00]	zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea
[00:13.39]	There' s not a shred of beauty here
[00:19.28]	residing in the human flesh,
[00:25.41]	there' s only sadness and confusion,
[00:31.88]	and the stench of shit and death.
[00:37.75]	In moments, dull, of selfpity
[00:43.70]	of insufficiency and doubt,
[00:49.92]	I catch myself, blackhanded thief
[00:55.85]	wishing that there' d be someone else.
[01:29.59]	Sometimes ghosts are passing through
[01:35.26]	the mind, both labyrinth and tomb,
[01:41.96]	and yet it' s still unrivalled here,
[01:47.86]	Because all things unborn, only ideas,
[01:54.66]	are sleeping safely far beyond the horrors of decay,
[02:07.15]	and are thus sacred and immortal,
[02:13.14]	because they never had to fade.
[02:49.80]	Thumbing at times harlfheartedly
[02:55.85]	through flipbooks of a lonely child,
[03:02.26]	old silent movies shake and flicker
[03:07.44]	in the dark theatre between my thighs.
[03:14.53]	Then countless are the heads and limbs that wildly jump atop
[03:26.68]	soulless bodies, unspecific,
[03:32.73]	as they are numberless and cropped.
[04:09.88]	When you close your tired eyes,
[04:15.66]	does he then join you in this place ?
[04:21.73]	Will he cross over, share your dream,
[04:26.22]	or does he vanish on the doorstep,
[04:29.73]	all too quickly disappear ?
[04:34.02]	Alas reality is such a crippled whore,
[04:39.99]	all mortal things are sick and rotten to the core,
[04:46.21]	only the mind, that frail, but kingly jewel,
[04:51.60]	gives birth to beauty, love and truth.

[00:00.00]	zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea
[00:01.00]	zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea
[00:13.39]	There' s not a shred of beauty here
[00:19.28]	residing in the human flesh,
[00:25.41]	there' s only sadness and confusion,
[00:31.88]	and the stench of shit and death.
[00:37.75]	In moments, dull, of selfpity
[00:43.70]	of insufficiency and doubt,
[00:49.92]	I catch myself, blackhanded thief
[00:55.85]	wishing that there' d be someone else.
[01:29.59]	Sometimes ghosts are passing through
[01:35.26]	the mind, both labyrinth and tomb,
[01:41.96]	and yet it' s still unrivalled here,
[01:47.86]	Because all things unborn, only ideas,
[01:54.66]	are sleeping safely far beyond the horrors of decay,
[02:07.15]	and are thus sacred and immortal,
[02:13.14]	because they never had to fade.
[02:49.80]	Thumbing at times harlfheartedly
[02:55.85]	through flipbooks of a lonely child,
[03:02.26]	old silent movies shake and flicker
[03:07.44]	in the dark theatre between my thighs.
[03:14.53]	Then countless are the heads and limbs that wildly jump atop
[03:26.68]	soulless bodies, unspecific,
[03:32.73]	as they are numberless and cropped.
[04:09.88]	When you close your tired eyes,
[04:15.66]	does he then join you in this place ?
[04:21.73]	Will he cross over, share your dream,
[04:26.22]	or does he vanish on the doorstep,
[04:29.73]	all too quickly disappear ?
[04:34.02]	Alas reality is such a crippled whore,
[04:39.99]	all mortal things are sick and rotten to the core,
[04:46.21]	only the mind, that frail, but kingly jewel,
[04:51.60]	gives birth to beauty, love and truth.

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