作词 : UltraAheng 作曲 : UltraAheng 编曲 : 王海臣 编曲:王海臣 混音:王海臣 ONEHIGHC STUDIO Under the dome We are born to die A blade assassinated the stories wrote a sand of time Men would be cursed Their tribes would be murdered No one tells how to remit jealous Can haters turn to lovers Between the metaphors There left a small Trojan horse The blindfold soldiers put the fate on the scale When they heard a voice like And I was dead in the middle The judges took off the veils I saw the roseate horns while the creeping thorns cut my chines to a whore And you were sobbing on a roulette Tricks knit into the velvet just let the beautiful beautiful beautiful tassels fly All the ladybugs mimed Trapped in the woods We are about to fight An oracle civilized the history Erased several crimes Women got hurt Their curves were unsheltered No one tells how to retain sincere Will the way become clearer Between the metaphors There left the democles sword The deceptive father Read the line on the Bible When he heard a song like And I was dead in the middle The judges took off the veils I saw the roseate horns while the creeping thorns cut my chines to a whore And you were sobbing on a roulette Tricks knit into the velvet just let the beautiful beautiful beautiful tassels fly All the ladybugs mimed Are they happy now And I was dead in the middle Are they happy now And you were sobbing on the roulette Under the dome We are born to die A blade assassinated the stories wrote a sand of time Trapped in the woods We are about to fight An oracle civilized the history Erased several crimes编辑于2023/12/20更新