作词 : Hu Xike 作曲 : Hu Xike Down the hill You’re sick of him Clutch the dagger when the songbirds shrill Pale as the moon The river flows You pleased him with Groveling words Now ammunition for some ugly myth Give it a rest Your time is near A gasp between the clicks He’s coming to fix you Reticent about intentions A gasp between the clicks He’s turning you into Nothing, nothing, nothing A marching band Partisans The cringiest moment when the traitors dance People can’t hear It’s a cheap mirage Down the hill You’re sick of him Clutch the dagger when the songbirds shrill Pale as your eyes The river flows A gasp between the clicks He’s coming to fix you Reticent about intentions A gasp between the clicks He’s turning you into Nothing, nothing, nothing编辑于2023/03/20更新