Lirik Lagu Dragon - Metallica
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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You don’t actually careLove for you is no beginningYou’re not really thereHallucination
I thought you were listeningHallucinationI thought you were listeningHallucination
I understand you think you’re above itThe adolescent sense of the skyThe feeling of billowing heartbeatsThe fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hairHallucinationHallucination
Oh you think you’re so specialThat there’s no law meant for youYou come and go like the goddess you areWe’re mere mortals belowFingertips run through your hairWe are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peonsAre meant to be servantsAre meant to be dismissible objectsOne fucks withOne fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreakThe winner in caringThe winner in every miniscule method of wearingYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocyMy, my caring for youCaring for youDo you think we’re a bookSome kind of a tableYou can rest your feet on when you’re ableRed star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocyMy caring for youPoor pitiful creature
To notice the piningThe self deprivationThe self flagellation of youDear worshippers
We do like you regalWe do like you haughtyWe do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shouldersThe smell of your armpitThe taste of your vulva and everything on itWe all really love youAnd you have no meaningYou don’t even see usYou were never caring
You go do what you doYou do it for youNo one exists with youYou’re way above caringLeave a trail upon the wakeThat no one ever tries to takeBecause waiting for youThinking of youIs another way of dyingIs another way of dying
I’m clawing your chest‘Til your collarbone bleedsPiercing your nipples ’til I bite them offI scratch your face and bite your shouldersWay above caringWay above caringAnd your Kotex jukeboxYour Kotex jukebox
I’m doomed, I’m swearingWaiting for youIn your high heels and nightieYour leather dress squeakingLatex now sweating, waiting for youIn your tinctureYour opium white bathrobeYour white tiles run red nowAre we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heartThe liquid exchange of our heartAre we both dead now?
You’re way above caringYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocyMy caringMy caring for youMy caring for youYou’re way beyond caringYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocy
My caring for youOblivious to caringOblivious to caringOblivious to caringLeave a trail upon the wakeThat no one ever tries to takeBecause waiting for youBecause thinking of youIs another way of dying
You’re way above caringOblivious to caringOblivious to caringYou poor pitiful creatureThe mistake of feelingThe one who rejects you is the winner,It’s trueThe winner in heartbreakThe winner in caringThe winner in every miniscule method of wearingYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocyYour heart on your fuckin’ sleeveMy caring for youWe were meant to be peonsWe’re meant to be peonsMere mortals belowMeant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks withOh, oh, oh you’re so specialNo law meant for youYou come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hairA billowing heart beatsFeelingFeelingWhat a glorious feelingTo be so rejectedSo rejected
An idiot’s idiocyMy caring for youYou think I’m a book or a tableYou can rest your fuckin’ feet onWhen you’re able
The taste of your vulva, everything on itThe hair on your shouldersThe smell of your armpitWe do love you, to look upon your perfect bodyWe love you regalWe love you haughtyOblivious to caringOblivious to caringCaring
Oh my dearOh my dearOh my dearOblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?Are we both dead now?
I thought you were listeningHallucinationI thought you were listeningHallucination
I understand you think you’re above itThe adolescent sense of the skyThe feeling of billowing heartbeatsThe fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hairHallucinationHallucination
Oh you think you’re so specialThat there’s no law meant for youYou come and go like the goddess you areWe’re mere mortals belowFingertips run through your hairWe are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peonsAre meant to be servantsAre meant to be dismissible objectsOne fucks withOne fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreakThe winner in caringThe winner in every miniscule method of wearingYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocyMy, my caring for youCaring for youDo you think we’re a bookSome kind of a tableYou can rest your feet on when you’re ableRed star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocyMy caring for youPoor pitiful creature
To notice the piningThe self deprivationThe self flagellation of youDear worshippers
We do like you regalWe do like you haughtyWe do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shouldersThe smell of your armpitThe taste of your vulva and everything on itWe all really love youAnd you have no meaningYou don’t even see usYou were never caring
You go do what you doYou do it for youNo one exists with youYou’re way above caringLeave a trail upon the wakeThat no one ever tries to takeBecause waiting for youThinking of youIs another way of dyingIs another way of dying
I’m clawing your chest‘Til your collarbone bleedsPiercing your nipples ’til I bite them offI scratch your face and bite your shouldersWay above caringWay above caringAnd your Kotex jukeboxYour Kotex jukebox
I’m doomed, I’m swearingWaiting for youIn your high heels and nightieYour leather dress squeakingLatex now sweating, waiting for youIn your tinctureYour opium white bathrobeYour white tiles run red nowAre we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heartThe liquid exchange of our heartAre we both dead now?
You’re way above caringYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocyMy caringMy caring for youMy caring for youYou’re way beyond caringYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocy
My caring for youOblivious to caringOblivious to caringOblivious to caringLeave a trail upon the wakeThat no one ever tries to takeBecause waiting for youBecause thinking of youIs another way of dying
You’re way above caringOblivious to caringOblivious to caringYou poor pitiful creatureThe mistake of feelingThe one who rejects you is the winner,It’s trueThe winner in heartbreakThe winner in caringThe winner in every miniscule method of wearingYour heart on your sleeveA red star of idiocyAn idiot’s idiocyYour heart on your fuckin’ sleeveMy caring for youWe were meant to be peonsWe’re meant to be peonsMere mortals belowMeant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks withOh, oh, oh you’re so specialNo law meant for youYou come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hairA billowing heart beatsFeelingFeelingWhat a glorious feelingTo be so rejectedSo rejected
An idiot’s idiocyMy caring for youYou think I’m a book or a tableYou can rest your fuckin’ feet onWhen you’re able
The taste of your vulva, everything on itThe hair on your shouldersThe smell of your armpitWe do love you, to look upon your perfect bodyWe love you regalWe love you haughtyOblivious to caringOblivious to caringCaring
Oh my dearOh my dearOh my dearOblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?Are we both dead now?
