Kill Your Darlings

	作曲 : D., D., Soulwax
	There's a script - but
	I ain't writin'
	Left that stage all in my mind
	Cause I'm not hip to your sign language
	Sticky fingers of a different kind
	The same word, foreign language
	In the same season, they killed you twice
	For the sake of human nature
	Sweet smell shotgun for the hip and blind
	She strokes the gun - feel how it's warm
	Got a mouthful dirt and razors
	It'll cut right through last month's flavour with a mouthful, wasted terrors
	Kill your
	Darlings,
	Kill your
	Darlings Cause
	I tried bein' helpful
	Sayin' things
	I don't understand
	Can't come up with no new lines from their sweet surfaced mouths
	She strokes the gun - feel how it's warm
	Got a mouthful dirt and razors
	It'll cut right through last month's flavour with a mouthful, wasted terrors
	Kill your
	Darlings,
	Kill your
	Darlings Kiss the gun, bite the bullets
	Get off the stick - get on
	She can Well
	I've seen all their faces
	Shakin' hands full of napalm traces
	She strokes the gun - feel how it's warm
	Got a mouthful dirt and razors
	It'll cut right through last month's flavour with a mouthful, wasted terrors
	Kill your
	Darlings,
	Kill your
	Darlings

	zuò qǔ : D., D., Soulwax
	There' s a script but
	I ain' t writin'
	Left that stage all in my mind
	Cause I' m not hip to your sign language
	Sticky fingers of a different kind
	The same word, foreign language
	In the same season, they killed you twice
	For the sake of human nature
	Sweet smell shotgun for the hip and blind
	She strokes the gun feel how it' s warm
	Got a mouthful dirt and razors
	It' ll cut right through last month' s flavour with a mouthful, wasted terrors
	Kill your
	Darlings,
	Kill your
	Darlings Cause
	I tried bein' helpful
	Sayin' things
	I don' t understand
	Can' t come up with no new lines from their sweet surfaced mouths
	She strokes the gun feel how it' s warm
	Got a mouthful dirt and razors
	It' ll cut right through last month' s flavour with a mouthful, wasted terrors
	Kill your
	Darlings,
	Kill your
	Darlings Kiss the gun, bite the bullets
	Get off the stick get on
	She can Well
	I' ve seen all their faces
	Shakin' hands full of napalm traces
	She strokes the gun feel how it' s warm
	Got a mouthful dirt and razors
	It' ll cut right through last month' s flavour with a mouthful, wasted terrors
	Kill your
	Darlings,
	Kill your
	Darlings