[00:00.00] 作词 : Layne Staley/Jerry Cantrell/Mike Inez/Sean Kinney
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Layne Staley/Jerry Cantrell/Mike Inez/Sean Kinney
[00:28.93]How the mind does shout for rest
[00:32.95]When the body's shakin', yeah
[00:37.12]Oh the tightness in my chest
[00:40.81]Still your leaves I'm raking
[00:44.99]Lord is this a test
[00:48.87]Was it fun creating, yeah?
[00:52.71]My god's a little sick
[00:56.64]And he wants me crazy
[00:59.53]Who are you
[01:02.46]Who can say
[01:04.41]It's ok to live through me?
[01:08.19]Live to be part of me
[01:12.07]You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah
[01:31.89]Was it something that I said?
[01:35.42]Was it how they're breaking, yeah
[01:39.26]I'm so selfish, paying your rent
[01:43.21]While your blood I'm taking
[01:45.91]You spend me like a tree
[01:51.02]Dirty dollar bills for leaves
[01:54.75]Dark in a sea of my seeds
[01:58.55]And the tears on which you feed
[02:08.13]You feed
[02:16.82]The body is a temple
[02:19.33]A dormant alter
[02:20.74]To where infantile men lie around
[02:23.84]Itching and nibbling
[02:25.10]For a small piece of sanity
[02:27.28]Of which you can not give
[02:30.36]****!
[03:04.72]Individuality
[03:09.02]Buying pennies with my soul
[03:12.97]And a little Heaven spent
[03:16.75]While the Hell I'm taking
[03:19.60]Thieves
[03:20.44]Parasites
[03:22.44]Hide from life
[03:24.92]You know they'll remember me
[03:28.51]They are abhored
[03:30.26]In self-worth
[03:32.16]All that matters much to me

作词 : Layne Staley/Jerry Cantrell/Mike Inez/Sean Kinney
作曲 : Layne Staley/Jerry Cantrell/Mike Inez/Sean Kinney
How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shakin', yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?
Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You spend me like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give
****!
Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhored
In self-worth
All that matters much to me