[00:00.00] 作曲 : Erra[00:10.83]Faith we abate, a perfect design of which we deprecate[00:21.56]We can't decipher this suppressive surge of desire[00:32.97]As I watch the hands of time cradle circumstance and consequence[00:38.77]I reiterate that the hourglass is near its end and depleting swiftly[00:48.46]Trace the edge along this line we drew within this narrow space[00:59.74]Memories I can't recreate[01:04.45]Wreckage beyond what we could calculate[01:10.48]An affection that fluctuates[01:15.01]Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate[01:24.75]Who's to say that our faith was kept in a safe place[01:34.31]As we witness a weaker pulse and shallow breaths[01:38.78]The innocent fight to take their life back, no surrender of light from their eyes[01:47.09]Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep[01:53.46]Stolen destinations of contingency, ripped apart and vanishing[02:02.48]Memories I can't recreate[02:06.77]Wreckage beyond what we could calculate[02:12.75]An affection that fluctuates[02:17.36]Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate[02:26.60]These wandering eyes provide confirmation of idle actions[02:31.39]Holding keys to open doors we're too afraid to enter[02:39.73]We scrutinize but execution falls short[02:46.62]Disgust for lack of action[02:51.93]Cover your face with your hands and look away[02:57.42]Memories I can't recreate[03:01.94]Wreckage beyond what we could calculate[03:07.75]An affection that fluctuates[03:12.60]Familiar speech in a new tongue[03:19.02]Memories I can't recreate[03:23.85]Wreckage beyond what we could calculate[03:29.79]An affection that fluctuates[03:34.34]Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate[03:43.09]Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep