Monsters and Men  Lingering in him He's made of sin, nothing in the abyss he calls a soul (Eating at him, there's a rage, He hunts to feel any little thing) He's desperate, sure - but even more he won't live another day (Picked the wrong victim and cried “God spare me oh please！”) As light left his eyes She contemplates, how her heart it aches The memory of him keeps her warm and safe In her bed there lies A pile of bones and echos Of a love that's dead and gone (Seen it all, been done before, cliche but it's real......history-) Repeating Over, over again You are all the same in the end Oh you're restricted (In the bitter end) You've no conviction Tell me your story now Now～！ Set it in stone Let it be known By those who pay attention Restricted by your own hand, the end Smell of iron blood Fills her lungs, stepping on them as they lay (on a field of pain she stays. Guiding them all to their final grave) A soldier boy hears her voice Leading him far from the fray (As she cries one single tear, he'll fall on a sword, then they disappear) Do you fear Your humanity, oh it's beautiful dear And oh, can't you hear All the stories untold, I'll make them clear Are you the next New chapter for me？ Written in ink, all that you think Is a piece of history Repeating Over, over again You are all the same in the end Oh so persistent (in the bitter end) No more resistance Tell me your story now They rise and fall And crawl to the top again And raise their swords but never will defend Walking on the path of the condemned The peasant king and queen lose heads in the end* Reading tales of monsters and men Oh, it's all the same, just nonsense Repeating Over, over again You are all the same in the end Oh you're restricted (Oh, I know every game) (I've read every name and I know you're all bound by your chains) You've no conviction (Oh, I know every game) (I've read every name and I know that you'll...) Tell me your story now Lalalala～ Set it in stone Let it be known By those who pay attention Restricted by your own hand, the end | Shiori Novella | monii | MELOIMAGE | MELOIMAGE | Lingering in him He's made of sin, nothing in the abyss he calls a soul (Eating at him, there's a rage, He hunts to feel any little thing) He's desperate, sure - but even more he won't live another day (Picked the wrong victim and cried “God spare me oh please！”) As light left his eyes She contemplates, how her heart it aches The memory of him keeps her warm and safe In her bed there lies A pile of bones and echos Of a love that's dead and gone (Seen it all, been done before, cliche but it's real......history-) Repeating Over, over again You are all the same in the end Oh you're restricted (In the bitter end) You've no conviction Tell me your story now Now～！ Set it in stone Let it be known By those who pay attention Restricted by your own hand, the end Smell of iron blood Fills her lungs, stepping on them as they lay (on a field of pain she stays. Guiding them all to their final grave) A soldier boy hears her voice Leading him far from the fray (As she cries one single tear, he'll fall on a sword, then they disappear) Do you fear Your humanity, oh it's beautiful dear And oh, can't you hear All the stories untold, I'll make them clear Are you the next New chapter for me？ Written in ink, all that you think Is a piece of history Repeating Over, over again You are all the same in the end Oh so persistent (in the bitter end) No more resistance Tell me your story now They rise and fall And crawl to the top again And raise their swords but never will defend Walking on the path of the condemned The peasant king and queen lose heads in the end* Reading tales of monsters and men Oh, it's all the same, just nonsense Repeating Over, over again You are all the same in the end Oh you're restricted (Oh, I know every game) (I've read every name and I know you're all bound by your chains) You've no conviction (Oh, I know every game) (I've read every name and I know that you'll...) Tell me your story now Lalalala～ Set it in stone Let it be known By those who pay attention Restricted by your own hand, the end |
