James Dean Bradield/Richard Edwyards/Nicholas Allen Jones/Sean Moore
作曲
James Dean Bradield/Richard Edwyards/Nicholas Allen Jones/Sean Moore
唄
KOTOKO
No one likes looking at you Your lack of ego offends male mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity used like toys
My mind is dead, everybody loves me Wants a slice of me Hopelessly passive and compatible Need to belong, oh the roads are scary So hold me in your arms I want be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money Paper made out of broken twisted trees Your pretty face offends Because it's something real that I can't touch Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving books Black and white TV All the world does not exist for me And if I'm starving you can feed me lollipops Your diet will crush me My life just an old man's memory
Little baby nothing Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty Dress your life i loathing Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
Little baby nothing Sexually free, made up to break up Assassinated beauty Moths broken up, quenched at last The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock n'roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
