Dyslexicon 歌词

Nature red in tooth and claw I haven’t seemed to keep my powder dry (I always seem to hear it in your laughter) The second that I fell in love With the handle of your revolver (I always seem to hear it in your laughter) I beg to you a second chance With a dried white rose to Bethlehem (I always seem to hear it in your laughter) Am I the valency that you deny? In the time of the sixth Sun We are cattle to the prod And I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear Cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare (I always seem to hear it in your laughter) A braided strand from children’s mane Acquired with impunity (I always seem to hear it in your laughter) The things you say to me are deaf in tongue (I always seem to hear it in your laughter) Am I the valency that you deny? In the time of the sixth Sun We are cattle to the prod And I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon You've never tasted heaven Stood your mother filled with grief In the wake of Monday mourning A culprit void of breath with guile If fate is your endearment Through pistil and through stem In the wake of Monday mourning A culprit void of breath with guile And on the seventh day you will come to find That my prism is not color blind In death's mosaic spirit A culprit void of breath with guile That's why I repent That's why I go under That's why I repent That's why I go under That's why I repent for the night In the time of the sixth Sun We are cattle to the prod And I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon