[00:00.00] 作词 : Cale, Reed
[00:12.28]The myriad choices of his fate
[00:13.67]Set themselves out upon a plate
[00:15.08]For him to choose
[00:17.33]What had he to lose
[00:20.68]Not a ghost bloodied country
[00:21.68]All covered with sleep
[00:23.03]Where the black angel did weep
[00:24.78]Not an old city street in the east
[00:28.67]Gone to choose
[00:34.70]And wandering's brother
[00:36.24]Walked on through the night
[00:37.33]With his hair in his face
[00:38.82]On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.
[00:49.67]The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
[00:52.39]Until we said so long
[00:53.56]To his skull-shrill yell
[00:59.55]Shining brightly red-rimmed and
[01:00.96]Red-lined with the time
[01:02.55]Infused with the choice of the mind
[01:04.28]On ice skates scraping chunks
[01:08.04]From the bells
[01:09.38]
[01:25.94]Cut mouth bleeding razor's
[01:27.16]Forgetting the pain
[01:28.72]Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
[01:32.96]So you fly
[01:34.57]To the cozy brown snow of the east
[01:38.92]Gone to choose, choose again
[01:43.01]
[01:49.45]Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
[01:52.27]Where you come from
[01:53.70]The stools of your eyes
[01:54.80]Serve to realize fame, choose again
[01:59.08]
[02:01.44]And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
[02:03.95]For the loss of a horse
[02:05.49]Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
[02:09.88]Come again, choose to go
[02:12.85]
[02:20.32]And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
[02:23.11]Have your head bobbed and weaved
[02:24.69]Choose a side to be on
[02:30.54]If the stone glances off
[02:31.68]Split didactics in two
[02:33.14]Leave the colors of the mouse trails
[02:35.14]Don't scream, try between
[02:36.26]If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
[02:41.96]For the loss of remain come and start
[02:45.00]Start the game I che che che che I
[02:49.44]Che che ka tak koh
[02:52.84]Choose to choose
[02:54.14]Choose to choose, choose to go

作词 : Cale, Reed
The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose
Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razor's
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on
If the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game I che che che che I
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go