Track 13-The Wytches

[00:00.000] 作词 : Kristian Bell [00:01.000] 作曲 : The Wytches [00:05.87]In her sunshine blouse [00:10.81]She prefers to keep the desperate men out [00:16.42]If I stay far away and then she'll feel okay [00:21.33]'Cause the smile on her face is poison [00:30.35]In her rotary chair [00:35.15]She's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair [00:40.60]And she's well-known for a tendency’s grown [00:45.89]As the number on the scales shiver [00:54.32]And we fight like the crows [00:57.46]Shoulders, elbows [00:59.99]All covered in blood from the phone girl's last purge [01:05.48]Between selling me [01:07.98]Your lover passing [01:10.40]Well I fell with no pain [01:13.23]But it hurts just the same [01:16.76]Annabelle’s in the rain [01:21.84]Reading those dreams for the number or names [01:26.93]Well she comes across like an animal lost [01:32.43]But her cage is the cleanest around [01:40.54]And her parents hold her down in the night [01:45.89]Before closing her eyes she said, “Everything’s fine” [01:51.56]When she next arrives with a conscience divine [01:56.64]And a smile on her face, artificial [02:02.01]Yes the smile on your face, artificial [02:10.27]Well I search through her paths, [02:12.65]Running family since birth, [02:15.31]And I feel like a one, [02:18.02]Bury body in dirt. [02:20.58]On my birthday I scream, [02:23.37]Every day’s a bad dream, [02:26.00]Or a story to sell, [02:29.00]Stop reading me… Annabelle.