Phantasmagoria - Mikansei to guilt

Tekst :

kokoro wo ubai risou wa yuganda
akari wa yamiiro nuri
kaerareru deshou
tsumi omonaru uramitsurami to
sosogedo
mitasarenai hibiwareta utsuwa wo

mishirata aida ni
nukegara ni naru
genjitsu suru mono dake sonzai suru
deshou
shiagari yoku tarinai shinkei
erabu tokidoki
kouchoku wo

sono tobira wo akuru kakusu beki mono wa
nani mo nai

Nothing one bloody and nothing my
bloody
yukkuri shibari to rareru aoiro wo
karada wa
mogakiyuku
afureru kono chiakami wo nakushite
shizuka
ni utsuru zanzou ga kurui dasu

sono tobira wo akuru
kakusu beki kotoba wa nani mo nai

Nothing one bloody
and nothing my bloody
shibuki wo agete jigai no
kizuato
irodzuki hajimeru yo
afureru kono chiakami wo
nakushite
shizuka ni utsuru zanzou ga kurui dasu
My
bloody insanity so cry

Inne utwory

  • Material pain
  • Actuate eden
  • Kami uta
  • Fairy times memory
  • Lost in thought
  • Pixy false
  • Moonlight revival
  • Nil frontier
  • Losowe utwory

    Whispering

    Whispering while you cuddle near me
    Whispering so no one can hear me
    Each little whisper seems to cheer me
    I know it s true dear....there s no one but you

    I m a singin

    Whispering why you ll never leave me
    Whispering why you ll never grieve me
    Whisper and say that you believe me
    Whispering...

    Death of a city

    I Look Down the Street But There s no One There
    In the Cold, in the Dark, in the Night Air
    I Call Out For Life But My Heart Feels Despair
    There s no Sign of a Light in the Cold Dismal Night

    The Lights Have All Gone the Clothes Are All Torn
    The People...

    Do you wanna be loved

    Thought I knew what s best for me.
    I took a hold of my destiny.
    Ran away ... to find it.
    What I didn t realize,
    Just what you meant to me inside,
    Now I know ... you re gone.

    Chorus:
    Na...

    Shugga

    Shugga, le nec plus ultra gangsta s paradise . Ici bas, les bandits font la olla c est le ramdam souk dawa pas de loi les filous sont les rois tous les gars s font péta là j ris pas un amalgame de vermine en furia pas de ça ici...

    Void dress

    And we reap on frathered ground
    the fallen where we walk
    knowledge secrets, smirking mirrors
    as they lurk where
    we ve always thought

    Drying ice in the land of gliding
    ziggurats erected from writing
    not written
    time brgotten where time was seen
    and they all use their canes

    I dress in night
    ans see the difference
    I call the blue to spark...