European Oils 歌詞

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take. I brought bells to the wake. And you, you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood as I screamed - "Death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!" I was good with names. I had a way with faces. I was the dominant theme in a number of places. And you, you didn't mind mixing your beautiful European oils for a still life. Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives! When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter and getting it on with the hangman's daughter. She needs release. She needs to feel at peace with her father, the fucking maniac... Desperate times call for desperate measures. I wanted you. I wanted these treasures, too...