Rotting Bride by VAGAO - P Lyrics

An old TV rattles the crack of childhood
Smell of old furniture that was made of wood
Remembering our childhood with you
I can’t recognize me anywhere. Who are you?
Kids' things like a nightmare in my hands
These were earlier and adult plans
You open my chest, see the rotting parts
Currencies darkened, like mine, all hearts

Neon color ripples blow up in my eyes
Tonight bright scary night wich everything dies
Remembering our meetings with you
I can’t recognize me anywhere. Who are you?
The white fabric blackens in my hand
My promises swallow like quicksand
You open my chest, see the rotting parts
Currencies darkened, like mine, all hearts

Children's minds rot under the yoke of our senses
Our minds are focused only on expenses
Velvety scarlet chiffon is a vicious words
Will fly down, down, white slightly yellow birds!
Who owns the ringing of bells?
What does this siren mean?
This beeping sound is familiar
Can you hear the scream?
We are called rebels
Are you sure it's allright?
But this feeling... is unfamiliar
I don't anymore see your light

Children's minds rot under the yoke of our senses
Our minds are focused only on expenses
Velvety scarlet chiffon is a vicious words
Will fly down, down, white slightly yellow birds!