







艺人:the GazettE
专辑:DIM
作词:RUKI
作曲:the GazettE
编曲:The GazettE
Nobody belieaves you.
Marbleの壁は高く泥に涂れていたよ
殴りつけられたような痛みが俺を离さねぇ
大量に零れた Imperfection
完全に饮まれた Expression
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
何度も头を溃す Insult
Let's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
未だ见えねぇ行方知れずの物 缠わせたのは全て上辺だけ
卖り飞ばされたのは思想の伪造 凝りもせずまた寄って来やがる
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
目に映る答えを描く
[I want to scatter your trick.]
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
黑き日は今も褪せぬまま…
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Hatred to you is a proper act.
流れた欠陷と无表情と无力 时が忘却に饥えても 忘れる事はしない
You are the same as a leech which sucks blood to live.
Let's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake. Take responsibility.
未だ见えねぇ行方知れずの物 缠わせたのは全て上辺だけ
卖り飞ばされたのは思想の伪造 凝りもせずまた寄って来やがる
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
目に映る答えが消える
[I want to scatter your trick.]
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
黑き日を葬る无意味さに
I felt humiliation.
美しき静寂が悲しげに摇れてる目を塞ぐ事さえ罪
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Can you hear the counting song of pain? The president.
You are the same as a leech which sucks blood to live.