作词 : Hu Xike
作曲 : Hu Xike
Down the hill
You’re sick of him
Clutch the dagger when the songbirds shrill
Pale as the moon
The river flows
You pleased him with
Groveling words
Now ammunition for some ugly myth
Give it a rest
Your time is near
A gasp between the clicks
He’s coming to fix you
Reticent about intentions
A gasp between the clicks
He’s turning you into
Nothing, nothing, nothing
A marching band
Partisans
The cringiest moment when the traitors dance
People can’t hear
It’s a cheap mirage
Down the hill
You’re sick of him
Clutch the dagger when the songbirds shrill
Pale as your eyes
The river flows
A gasp between the clicks
He’s coming to fix you
Reticent about intentions
A gasp between the clicks
He’s turning you into
Nothing, nothing, nothing