1.I Love You, But I've Chosen Shark Week
So it begins, an agonizing start. Singing songs of shame...
Making pain an art.
Writing anthems of death to which the young ghouls sing.
It all means nothing.
'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law'
In this dance macabre, this vicious cabaret, united in our
apathy...
And the sorrow and misery of which we sing, it all means
nothing.
The interlude has been left out.
There will be no waiting, the new show starts now.
Your set has burned and your crowd applauds a replacement cast
Without your flaws.
Your show is ours, the drama dead...
No tragedy for the old misled.
The triple-six is burning bright.
The curtain falls...
To all：
Goodnight.
2.Duck House
I wish to perambulate the wood once more, to bask in it's
glory...
To escape this dismal chamber and return to a place that haunts
me.
This is my desire- Cut down by a thoughtless mistake.
One wrong move and the wood burned to the ground.
There is a rift within me,
A yawning chasm where my heart used to be.
A useless part of a worthless system-
Still alive after it was ripped out of me.
It's ashes： the only remnants of hope, lost to the wings of the
summer.
I wish everyday for my despair to subside.
Let's not keep making a ghost of what we have inside.
...Emptier than I thought that I could be, I again a walking
tragedy.
Even if the walls disintegrated, what would be left to comfort
me？
3.The Bronzing Process
Shaken from a hard dream- a gasp! Woke into a world so cold,
unseen.
The smoke lingers on the sheets leaving an outline of your body.
There is a snow of your ashes, a winter in our room.
I cannot abstain while the cinders remain.
Tonight I will go over the stars.
Take my hand, I'll show you where the roses fell.
We'll fly over the stars like cinders falling.
4.A Sweater Of Eyelashes, A Sweater Of Tears
Let's hear it for all the time well-spent working up to a mad
descent.
Going through the ranks like an army of flies,
Never once giving out a thought of regret.
We're all tipping up our shots and pints,
And soon we'll all be tipping up roses.
Ever-worried about catching your eye,
Never once concerned about the thought of living.
Let's hear it for all the times we tried and came down like so
much glass.
In fields marked of failure,
I'm still not letting go of a feeling sparked far too long ago.
Still singing that song we've always known as tears rape the
stage,
Never giving up hope in a life of sacrifice：
I'll go down with my ship.
And we'll sing, because it's all that we can do.
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