| 作曲 : Coalesce | |
| I am a slave to serve my seed, and balance its sick needs. | |
| Nothing but pain. | |
| If it is tipped either way but straight down the middle of its cold heart. | |
| I am a slave with no will or purpose. | |
| It keeps me all night head deep in endless talk. | |
| I do not identify with the secret and prudent whisperers who seek to lie, to hide their ignored sins. | |
| Instead I let myself be haunted by cruel deisions our youth lead us. | |
| Still let the guilt of used up girls punish my nights and guide my days. | |
| Under my roof is my challenge. | |
| I am a slave, and right now women are stepping out of little girls of mine. | |
| A motion in play for a decade so clsoe it went unseen. | |
| Make my way for them in fear. | |
| In my wake, for my own. |
| zuo qu : Coalesce | |
| I am a slave to serve my seed, and balance its sick needs. | |
| Nothing but pain. | |
| If it is tipped either way but straight down the middle of its cold heart. | |
| I am a slave with no will or purpose. | |
| It keeps me all night head deep in endless talk. | |
| I do not identify with the secret and prudent whisperers who seek to lie, to hide their ignored sins. | |
| Instead I let myself be haunted by cruel deisions our youth lead us. | |
| Still let the guilt of used up girls punish my nights and guide my days. | |
| Under my roof is my challenge. | |
| I am a slave, and right now women are stepping out of little girls of mine. | |
| A motion in play for a decade so clsoe it went unseen. | |
| Make my way for them in fear. | |
| In my wake, for my own. |
| zuò qǔ : Coalesce | |
| I am a slave to serve my seed, and balance its sick needs. | |
| Nothing but pain. | |
| If it is tipped either way but straight down the middle of its cold heart. | |
| I am a slave with no will or purpose. | |
| It keeps me all night head deep in endless talk. | |
| I do not identify with the secret and prudent whisperers who seek to lie, to hide their ignored sins. | |
| Instead I let myself be haunted by cruel deisions our youth lead us. | |
| Still let the guilt of used up girls punish my nights and guide my days. | |
| Under my roof is my challenge. | |
| I am a slave, and right now women are stepping out of little girls of mine. | |
| A motion in play for a decade so clsoe it went unseen. | |
| Make my way for them in fear. | |
| In my wake, for my own. |