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The GazettE - Burial Applicant
Hello my dear, kill me gently
A burned body dosen't leave you
If you grieve about now how you are unable to save me
I suppose that you've seen death?
Should I understand that harshness of your breathing of a fake play?
In the "scraping sounds" that fall down on me without interruption,
the shivering won't stop
This isolation in this pain which I continue to understand in my mind..
Die for me..., you can't save it
Is it wrong? Give me an answer.
Look, swinging, swinging, swinging, swing these eyes
There are no lies in the running tears
My hands..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What survives in the end are the burnt, rotten notes
and a corpse which is unable to save the child
The shadow of the disarrayed person on the picture,
hatred and fear screaming at each other in the faded, fallen love,
why is it rotting completely to this body
Inside of this redly laughing darkness
they overflow everytime I spat out my breath,
the unsavable words, so similar to this "hatred"
In the "scraping sounds" that fall down on me without interruption,
the shivering won't stop
This isolation in this pain which I continue to understand in my mind..
Hello my dear, kill me gently
A burned body dosen't leave you
My wish, reach intp these ears that know a newborn's first cry
and a cry for help, to the deep bottom
Please, please, into those wet eyes, weaken it,
so that's it not too flashy deeply...
so that it won't touch this body ever again
So as well these smiling, warped memories
Forget me..., You can't save it
Is it wrong, give me an answer.
Look, swinging, swinging, swinging, swing these eyes,
these running tears are all lies
My hands..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What's left behind in the end is the burnt, rotten memory
And a cradle who is unable to love the child.
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Den här låten är stark och har ett starkt budskap.
Den är vacker men ändå så otroligt sorlig.
Gazettes låtar är bland det vackraste jag har läst.
Älskar bandet och älskar låten
<3
The GazettE - Burial Applicant
Hello my dear, kill me gently
A burned body dosen't leave you
If you grieve about now how you are unable to save me
I suppose that you've seen death?
Should I understand that harshness of your breathing of a fake play?
In the "scraping sounds" that fall down on me without interruption,
the shivering won't stop
This isolation in this pain which I continue to understand in my mind..
Die for me..., you can't save it
Is it wrong? Give me an answer.
Look, swinging, swinging, swinging, swing these eyes
There are no lies in the running tears
My hands..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What survives in the end are the burnt, rotten notes
and a corpse which is unable to save the child
The shadow of the disarrayed person on the picture,
hatred and fear screaming at each other in the faded, fallen love,
why is it rotting completely to this body
Inside of this redly laughing darkness
they overflow everytime I spat out my breath,
the unsavable words, so similar to this "hatred"
In the "scraping sounds" that fall down on me without interruption,
the shivering won't stop
This isolation in this pain which I continue to understand in my mind..
Hello my dear, kill me gently
A burned body dosen't leave you
My wish, reach intp these ears that know a newborn's first cry
and a cry for help, to the deep bottom
Please, please, into those wet eyes, weaken it,
so that's it not too flashy deeply...
so that it won't touch this body ever again
So as well these smiling, warped memories
Forget me..., You can't save it
Is it wrong, give me an answer.
Look, swinging, swinging, swinging, swing these eyes,
these running tears are all lies
My hands..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What's left behind in the end is the burnt, rotten memory
And a cradle who is unable to love the child.
---
Den här låten är stark och har ett starkt budskap.
Den är vacker men ändå så otroligt sorlig.
Gazettes låtar är bland det vackraste jag har läst.
Älskar bandet och älskar låten
<3
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