[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ash Kabosu/Joe Goldsmith/Mark Boardman/William Gold
[00:10.773] I think I've reached the end before I've reached death (Woo)
[00:16.361] Pick up the pieces of me, you can have what's left
[00:21.981] No matter how much you think you love him
[00:27.151] You'll still flinch when his blood pool touches you
[00:31.914]
[00:33.040] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[00:37.435] You are
[00:38.663] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[00:42.779] You are
[00:44.330] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[00:48.277] You are
[00:49.567] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[00:53.707] You are
[00:54.641]
[01:06.002] He draws the samples so fast, it feels medical (Woo)
[01:11.282] Chest compressions in the incident support vehicle
[01:16.574] And I know it's Stockholm that she's stuck on
[01:21.972] I'm not your pedestal
[01:27.422] But maybe, he'll be Jesus
[01:32.609] Maybe he'll be Jesus this time
[01:35.542]
[01:49.364] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[01:53.807] You are
[01:55.201] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[01:59.109] You are
[02:00.401] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[02:04.535] You are
[02:05.847] I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
[02:10.061] You are
[02:10.922]
[03:16.932] I, recall, staring at the sea for the first time
[03:22.329] My eyes, wandered, to the site from the boat-side
[03:27.725] They long to be free, both our eyes couldn't see
[03:33.107] Was horizon
[03:35.638] The claustrophobic horizon

作曲 : Ash Kabosu/Joe Goldsmith/Mark Boardman/William Gold
I think I've reached the end before I've reached death (Woo)
Pick up the pieces of me, you can have what's left
No matter how much you think you love him
You'll still flinch when his blood pool touches you
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
He draws the samples so fast, it feels medical (Woo)
Chest compressions in the incident support vehicle
And I know it's Stockholm that she's stuck on
I'm not your pedestal
But maybe, he'll be Jesus
Maybe he'll be Jesus this time
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what
You are
I, recall, staring at the sea for the first time
My eyes, wandered, to the site from the boat-side
They long to be free, both our eyes couldn't see
Was horizon
The claustrophobic horizon