18 人 - 马克白
Eighteen People are painting your whole life
You hear the stairs are creaking
My lungs are quickly leaking
The nasty tiny monsters coming from the floor
I give them bitter biscuits
Took from my brother’s pocket
I got electric light,
bring something from the dark into your eyes
I got electric light,
to show you every corner inside your mind
A crippled postman put a letter on my door
It’s from one of the eighteen
My pants are always thinking
Look inside the windows standing on your toes
But it shows me nothing
Like a deep black mirror
Light falls on the floor,
shades are running into my skin
Singing a song in the darkness,
to color my mind
Light falls on the floor,
shades are running into my skin
Singing a song in the darkness,
to color my mind
Light falls on the floor,
shades are running into my skin
Singing a song in the darkness,
to color my mind
Light falls on the floor,
shades are running into my skin
Singing a song in the darkness,
to color my mind
Sleep in a tragic night,
to share a dream with eighteen different minds
Wake by a solid light,
the eighteen people back in the same time