[00:00.00] 作曲 : Cindytalk, Sharp
[00:29.28]The ghost in the squalor
[00:29.79]Alive and so well
[00:31.89]Thriving on the mess
[00:34.47]And the noise
[00:53.01]The ghost in the dirt
[01:03.66]And falling around
[01:04.02]Inside...
[01:07.32]Maybe only for sunday
[01:08.91]Maybe only for sunday
[01:09.60]The mass and the worship
[01:10.38]Inside the old system of hanging the martyr
[01:12.66]We kneel and stay happy
[01:14.19]We kneel and stay happy
[01:18.33]There's safety in silence
[01:21.90]And dance with the statue
[01:37.77]It's cracking the bullwhip
[01:38.28]It's cracking the bullwhip
[01:38.79]And laughing in madness
[01:55.05]It's cracking...
[01:55.32]ahhh ahhhhhhhh
[01:55.47]There's a wildness inside me
[01:56.04]A strangeness coming over
[01:56.61]There's a wildness inside me
[02:02.19]It's kicking out
[02:16.59]It's kicking out
[02:17.04]The ghost never smiles
[02:29.91]Only to worship the soldier
[02:30.51]In his neatly pressed uniform
[02:31.26]Holding weapon and ready to fire
[03:20.31]Maybe the ghost could walk right through
[03:21.57]The smart young soldier so eager to fire
[03:23.16]Simulating-masturbation
[03:30.63]Simulating-masturbation
[03:31.86]The ghost never smiles
[03:45.12]You can tell this is real
[03:45.60]For the soldier is has died
[03:53.04]And his body is fear
[03:57.12]Now with the sunday singing quietly...
[04:10.62](Maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier,
[04:11.55]Crying for the young soldier)
[04:23.91]Touching my body is fear
[04:25.17]Touching my body is fear
[04:25.65]Touching my body is fear
[04:51.54]Holding my body is fear

作曲 : Cindytalk, Sharp
The ghost in the squalor
Alive and so well
Thriving on the mess
And the noise
The ghost in the dirt
And falling around
Inside...
Maybe only for sunday
Maybe only for sunday
The mass and the worship
Inside the old system of hanging the martyr
We kneel and stay happy
We kneel and stay happy
There's safety in silence
And dance with the statue
It's cracking the bullwhip
It's cracking the bullwhip
And laughing in madness
It's cracking...
ahhh ahhhhhhhh
There's a wildness inside me
A strangeness coming over
There's a wildness inside me
It's kicking out
It's kicking out
The ghost never smiles
Only to worship the soldier
In his neatly pressed uniform
Holding weapon and ready to fire
Maybe the ghost could walk right through
The smart young soldier so eager to fire
Simulating-masturbation
Simulating-masturbation
The ghost never smiles
You can tell this is real
For the soldier is has died
And his body is fear
Now with the sunday singing quietly...
(Maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier,
Crying for the young soldier)
Touching my body is fear
Touching my body is fear
Touching my body is fear
Holding my body is fear