作曲 : Beecher
One head at war, space isn't policed
One head at war, can't choose to bend or break
The motion, your blood, it's in me now
The black sails, the sultan's right
There's no listening, like old
Waiting for something to show
Never wanted your sympathy
Dashed to reach for mine
Brain full of bullshit, put there by dreams
Questioned the answers, wanted nothing more
Right? Probably wrong ...
When I think of everyone I ever knew I wonder why we met