时间：2021-01-22
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The Stupendium - The Second ((2021Remaster)(Remaster))
作曲：Gregory Holgate
There's a shape in the shadows
There's a chill in the air
But he won't let you get rattled
You won't know that he's there
There's no way to do battle
When you're caught unaware
One blink and he'll be gone
And you'll be dead in your chair
Or was he even there？
Could you even prepare？
For a reckoning in a second into catching the glare
Of a barrel when the bullet's already in the air
Or the chemicals already have your vision impaired
As you try to place the face of that sommelier
When you're gonna win the race
But find the brakes aren't there
On a knife's edge
Placed between the fumes and the flare
The last Breath
With a glove in hair
He's an master of disguise
He's an artist with a knife
He will catch you by surprise
Just a quak and you ignite
There's no faster a demise
Were you happy with your life？
Cause it didn't have the time
Left to flash before your eyes
No one ever recalls the second
They first come across 47
Becaus before you're drawn a breath in
47's got you on the floor.Forgetting
If you only could pause a second
Can't stall destiny
Halt what's meant to be
No portection we
All get reckoned the
Cause of death will be 47
You can tighten violence
By refining the appliance of it
Open up your eyes to find
The sight of an appliance dropping
Right into the bath
Without a chance to even try and stop
Blur behind the curtain
And it's curtains on your crime biopic
The same as yesterday？
Oh,There's a new chef today
I'm sure he can prepare
That very rare fish in that special way
Also we can't find the guy
We hired just to test your plates
Plus all of your henchmen
Went and left to go investigate
The sound of a coin on the ground
And not a shred of evidence will ever be found
Take a trip to the facilities with no one around
Ain't it tragic how a man can accidentally drown
You're locked the door
You're in your most secure of quarters when
It's been a little while since your security reported in
A sudden force
And the you'll wish you'd brought your snorkel in
They find your body bobbing in a mortuary of porcelain
No one ever recalls the second
The first come across 47
Becaus before you've drawn your weapon
You're already taking that fall from heaven
If you only could pause a second
Can't stall destiny
Halt what's meant to be
No protection we
All get reckoned the
Cause of the death will be 47
Most people went to bed
And they simply never woke
Take solace in the knowledge
That your death will be be spoke
Hand crafted
All wrapped up leather as you choke
Every execution executed excellently so
Any single person could be 47 lurking
He could be working in Burger King
Strychnine in your onion rings
Snuffing out your underlings
Force you get to wondering
You'll be bloodied
Stuffed into a cupboard in your underlings
It's the last creak
As you stand beneath the chandelier
It's the gas leak
When you candlelit for atmosphere
It's the last beat
As your heart receives the formula
The red streak
When the beam hits your cornea
The mouthfeel
Of your unintended last meal
The weapon test
Where you forget to check the blast seals
The sunset
As your body's doing cartwheels
Straight over the edge of a ledge
Or it's the hard steel
Scraping on your ribs
As you shiver and expire
It's the first red fleck
On your impeccable attire
It's your throat torn to shreds
As you've dying to respire
As your fingernails are fighting
Against the fightening of the wire
It's a second to forgive
It's a second to forget
Every second you have lived
For this second of regret
Every second is a gift
So be careful how you spend
Cause the second that you've met him
Is the second that it ends
