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よみ：ヴぁんぱいあずあぷろーず
Vampire's Applause 歌詞
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感動
恋愛
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You act like you know all my controls,
Carving up what I call my soul.
Stolen phrases, vacant and dead,
Stitching voices inside your head.
安心あんしんしたいだけの理解りかいで
正ただしさを名乗なのらないでくれ
その優やさしさは僕ぼくの居い場所ばしょを奪うばうだけだ
No concession, no release,
Just the trench where our ashes freeze.
Paint your fiction black if you must,
We were nothing but dust.
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Bleed out my name, cross out the line!
Nice performance, saint of the year,
Clap for your own fake, lonely tear!
That is your voice, it is not mine!
So dramatic, pure and divine!
Keep on sucking, leech of the dead,
I'm just the toy inside your head!
The toxic motive for your applause,
A vampire biting for a cause.
Front row ticket, premiere tonight,
Your ego trip is now in sight.
期待きたいしない 信しんじない
それだけで済すむ話はなしだ
分わかってるつもりのまま 隣となりに立たつな
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Do not script what I must define!
Plastic mercy, painted on thick,
Your "kindness" makes me fucking sick!
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Don't feel saved by what is design!
Don't patronize the things I said,
Don't feed your fetish with what I bled!
No rage in my veins,
No scar from your chains,
Just flatline today.
The me in your script,
Is locked in the crypt.
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Bleed out my name, cross out the line!
Nice performance, saint of the year,
Clap for your own fake, lonely tear!
That is your voice, it is not mine!
So dramatic, pure and divine!
Keep on sucking, leech of the dead,
I'm just the toy inside your head!
No prophet can fill my place,
In your lowly, faded space.
Great show, honey.
Don't use my face.
Carving up what I call my soul.
Stolen phrases, vacant and dead,
Stitching voices inside your head.
安心あんしんしたいだけの理解りかいで
正ただしさを名乗なのらないでくれ
その優やさしさは僕ぼくの居い場所ばしょを奪うばうだけだ
No concession, no release,
Just the trench where our ashes freeze.
Paint your fiction black if you must,
We were nothing but dust.
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Bleed out my name, cross out the line!
Nice performance, saint of the year,
Clap for your own fake, lonely tear!
That is your voice, it is not mine!
So dramatic, pure and divine!
Keep on sucking, leech of the dead,
I'm just the toy inside your head!
The toxic motive for your applause,
A vampire biting for a cause.
Front row ticket, premiere tonight,
Your ego trip is now in sight.
期待きたいしない 信しんじない
それだけで済すむ話はなしだ
分わかってるつもりのまま 隣となりに立たつな
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Do not script what I must define!
Plastic mercy, painted on thick,
Your "kindness" makes me fucking sick!
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Don't feel saved by what is design!
Don't patronize the things I said,
Don't feed your fetish with what I bled!
No rage in my veins,
No scar from your chains,
Just flatline today.
The me in your script,
Is locked in the crypt.
That is your voice, it is not mine!
Bleed out my name, cross out the line!
Nice performance, saint of the year,
Clap for your own fake, lonely tear!
That is your voice, it is not mine!
So dramatic, pure and divine!
Keep on sucking, leech of the dead,
I'm just the toy inside your head!
No prophet can fill my place,
In your lowly, faded space.
Great show, honey.
Don't use my face.
