[00:00.000] 作曲 : Sprain[00:54.460]The lamb as effigy sighs, "I can't believe it[00:58.600]All my birthdays, thoughts, and ass burnt to ashes[01:02.660]The critique does not exclude me[01:06.170]I've become the anathema"[01:09.810]Intimately wed to concept over practice[01:13.710]The joke goes over my head, but I am still laughing at it[01:17.770]In the interest of impressions[01:21.160]The winking bit of your balancing act[01:24.930]Makes a fool of my wire affairs[01:28.350]They all see my hand in my pants[01:33.980]Point and laugh at idle steers[01:36.770]As if the flies don't on us too land[01:40.370]Flesh is flesh[01:44.920]Point and laugh at idle steers[01:47.580]As if the flies don't on us too land[01:51.820]Flesh is flesh[02:04.110]And you are speaking to me, and I am nodding my head[02:08.180]I have so carefully adorned value upon the space between us[02:12.400]Something peeping toms the words[02:15.690]To hang a price tag on our interactions[02:19.140]And you just killed me off in the film that you're directing[02:23.340]And we both smile and nod as I achieve erection[02:27.590]I survived the initial crash[02:31.080]But was smothered by the airbag[02:34.560]Point and laugh at idle steers[02:37.180]As if the flies don't on us too land[02:41.530]Flesh is flesh[02:45.680]Point and laugh at idle steers[02:48.000]As if the flies don't on us too land[02:52.080]Flesh is flesh[02:56.470]A picture painted in my mind of you reclining nude[03:00.450]With obscured intentions, set in bronze[03:07.060]Imagine this, I'm the guest on some obscene talk show in a cell of moral compromise[03:15.120]The audience is made up of everyone that I have ever met in my entire life[03:23.300]Every sin I've ever committed is put up on display by screens hung around the stage[03:31.760]And we watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch[03:39.310]The host says, "I now present to you an elaborate choreography of failure"[03:47.550]The audience erupts with seemingly coordinated jets of jargon laughter[04:09.500]"Shame on you"