笨小笨The Plague歌词由Tryglav演唱，出自专辑《The Ritual》，下面是《The Plague》完整版歌词！
The Plague歌词完整版
In the depths of my mind, I am faced with a glare
A reflection so familiar, discarded it’s giving way
To revelations not my own, to a disfigured face
And as I’m staring intently at myself
The fragments rearrange into new shapes
I revel in the fractures from which I have been remade
In my eyes, the views still remain
Black and white are there, but fading, inviting a redder stain
I come away with shades that I’ve known, grimmer scenes to paint
The sickness that now faces them all
Spitting image of the cure that answers its call
It’s a sign written endlessly along their history’s crumbling walls
In the depths of my mind, I am faced with a choice
A decision not my own, an outcome I can’t refuse
I recall, again, how it plays out—with each mirror faced, there’s another threadbare
noose
And as I stare in silence, the air fills with their voices
Whispers of death from violent minds spoken through fragile bones
And I cannot resist their impulses any more than I can subdue my own
The sickness that now faces them all
Spitting image of the cure that answers its call
It’s a sign written endlessly along their history’s crumbling walls
