作词 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
作曲 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
编曲 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
The chain is in your hands
The chain is on your neck
The chain is tuberose
Your pain is back at home
And when you sat
Under the trophies you had
They turn so fast
To be happy and to be sad
Your stress and sanity flies with a ballon
Stupidity
is at its peak
and youre never bothered by its meanings
And you will die an ignorant pig
Absurdity
Like rising tide
You couldn’t see the left from right
The wall of shame is covered in vine
I am nobody
I didn’t do anything
I’m gonna die
It’s who you are
It’s who you see
It’s who you’ll always be
The happy easy pig
Trapped in a well
Agreed to fell
December bells
Will get you killed