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Rhythm Of Cruelty - Magazine (杂志)
I brought your face down on my head
It was something I rehearsed in a dream
You're too good looking for your own damn good
And you don't know what it could mean
You've got me dying of thirst in the meantime
It even hurts when I scream
You've got me drowning and still in the meantime
You don't know what it could mean
Because in my
Drunken stupor
I've got
To admire
Your ingenuity
And I nod my head
Oh so wisely
To the rhythm
Of your cruelty
You've got me dying of thirst in the meantime
It even hurts when I scream
You've got me drowning and still in the meantime
You don't know what it could mean
Because you want
To have your price
And something you could hold your faith up to
I don't know how
To tell you this
But you've got it coming all the way to you
You don't even know what it could mean
You don't even know what it could mean
I don't know what it could mean
We don't even know what it could mean
