作词：Alex
作曲：Alex
编曲：Alex
They told me love’s a sanctuary
I built mine with credit lines and temporary company
The first cut wasn’t deep;it was a tutorial
Learned to calibrate my want into something more…societal
Now my hands are clean my conscience is a frozen lake
I take what I deserve for heaven’s sake
A different silhouette against my silk each week
To prove the hollow in my chest is chic (So chic )
And the records spin the mirrors grin
Catching every vacant breath I’m in
Is this the peak or the anatomy of a slow sink
I miss the sting of a mistake
So lay me down in the mausoleum of might
Where every touch is a derivative of light
I traded my ghosts for a gilded cage a beautiful rage
Now I’m the architect of my own empty stage
And I perform the yearning sell the hurt so well
In this private heaven tailored just like hell
But in the silence after the last client leaves
A stupid tender thing inside me still believes…
It believes
I speak in contracts now in non-disclosure bliss
Your value isn’t in your kiss but in the things I might dismiss
I’ve mapped the terrain of desire its economics and its laws
I worship at the altar of my own fatal flaws
The “love”I offer is a limited-time display
A curated crash then I fade away
Another soul impressed upon the sheets
Another proof that nothing truly…meets
Another conquest logged a trophy on the shelf
A monument to the fading of my former self
I drink to the vacancy I toast the great divide
And the boy who died for this he’s still trapped inside
So lay me down in the mausoleum of might
Where every touch is a derivative of light
I traded my ghosts for a gilded cage a beautiful rage
Now I’m the architect of my own empty stage
And I perform the yearning sell the hurt so well
In this private heaven tailored just like hell
But in the silence after the last client leaves
A stupid tender thing inside me still believes…
If you are real—not a projection not a test—
Come find the wreckage before it’s too late to detest
Don’t bring me flowers they’ll just wilt and die
Bring me a truth that won’t fit in my sky
Unsolve me Un-market me Make it make no sense
Be the beautiful catastrophic recompense
Look past the portfolio the performance art…
And simply…let it start Let it restart
No more blueprints
No more schemes
Just the terrifying prospect of…real dreams
Let the city lights dissolve like cheap perfume…
And in the blinding dark let something genuine…
…consume
(Is it too late for a…
…for a different fate)
Just…consume
