[00:00.000] 作词 : Y C K
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Y C K
[00:12.366][Verse 1]
[00:15.644]When you hide yourself well that’s much too apparent
[00:17.632]You still craft lies that you’re gonna tell your parents
[00:19.651]Some of us don’t got those or a guardian
[00:21.862]Boutta couch surf after late nights partying
[00:23.791]Triple digits heat but then you putting on a sweater
[00:25.700]You ain’t aiming to be seen, you’re pulling strings and pulling levers
[00:27.623]Image that you got of yourself has become distorted
[00:29.594]And the tricks to get a fix at this point is just unrewarding
[00:31.941]Where does the king of loneliness reside?
[00:33.491]You’re too insistent, why you keep us mystified?
[00:35.503]You aren’t ever like this, tell me what’s gotten into you?
[00:37.634]Said it wouldn’t stop bruising purple with a hint of blue
[00:39.707]Prepping the seclusion of your crushing insecurities
[00:41.644]They’re hidden down below and there ain’t nothing no emergency
[00:43.791]Wouldn’t wish this even on the worst people
[00:45.705]Your own North Star’s settled as a church steeple
[00:47.835][Chorus]
[00:48.065]When you despise your own appearance, and you hate the looks you get
[00:55.607]Stumble through in the interference, and you’re convinced you should be dead
[01:03.915]I’m wholeheartedly stuck to a resolution of my new love
[01:12.998]Dysmorphia, dysphoria, in memoriam, euphoria
[01:20.581][Interlude]
[01:23.293]These cosmetic procedures are becoming so popular with teens, plastic surgeons have coined a new syndrome for it: “Snapchat Dysmorphia” with young patients wanting surgeries so they can look more like they do in filtered selfies
[01:34.531][Verse 2]
[01:36.040]What you sniff through a straw won’t free you
[01:37.589]From the setbacks or a place where you’ll be used
[01:39.483]Then you move too impulsive, too spontaneous
[01:41.577]Your departure’s extemporaneous
[01:43.518]You don’t wanna feel again, why’d anybody want to?
[01:45.765]What you’re going through’s involuntary dangerous impromptu
[01:47.844]For the monochromatic induction tension will cut through the cadence
[01:49.778]No longer wait for disruption sleeping but that ain’t abeyance
[01:51.758]Capricious notions, atmospheric rivers
[01:53.450]Flashback to then, you’ve come to fear the winter
[01:55.676]It must be the coldest it has ever been recorded
[01:57.710]Wanna shrink into yourself, it’s like your body’s been contorted
[01:59.646]When you’ve skipped another meal and starving but ignore the appetite
[02:01.711]You’ve gotten a suspicion, nothing’s ever gonna happen right
[02:03.591]Self-desertion is the easy option
[02:05.711]No results emerging so remove the caution
[02:07.810][Chorus]
[02:08.168]When you despise your own appearance, and you hate the looks you get
[02:15.638]Stumble through in the interference, and you’re convinced you should be dead
[02:23.830]I’m wholeheartedly stuck to a resolution of my new love
[02:32.951]Dysmorphia, dysphoria, in memoriam, euphoria

作词 : Y C K
作曲 : Y C K
When you hide yourself well that’s much too apparent
You still craft lies that you’re gonna tell your parents
Some of us don’t got those or a guardian
Boutta couch surf after late nights partying
Triple digits heat but then you putting on a sweater
You ain’t aiming to be seen, you’re pulling strings and pulling levers
Image that you got of yourself has become distorted
And the tricks to get a fix at this point is just unrewarding
Where does the king of loneliness reside?
You’re too insistent, why you keep us mystified?
You aren’t ever like this, tell me what’s gotten into you?
Said it wouldn’t stop bruising purple with a hint of blue
Prepping the seclusion of your crushing insecurities
They’re hidden down below and there ain’t nothing no emergency
Wouldn’t wish this even on the worst people
Your own North Star’s settled as a church steeple
When you despise your own appearance, and you hate the looks you get
Stumble through in the interference, and you’re convinced you should be dead
I’m wholeheartedly stuck to a resolution of my new love
Dysmorphia, dysphoria, in memoriam, euphoria
These cosmetic procedures are becoming so popular with teens, plastic surgeons have coined a new syndrome for it: “Snapchat Dysmorphia” with young patients wanting surgeries so they can look more like they do in filtered selfies
What you sniff through a straw won’t free you
From the setbacks or a place where you’ll be used
Then you move too impulsive, too spontaneous
Your departure’s extemporaneous
You don’t wanna feel again, why’d anybody want to?
What you’re going through’s involuntary dangerous impromptu
For the monochromatic induction tension will cut through the cadence
No longer wait for disruption sleeping but that ain’t abeyance
Capricious notions, atmospheric rivers
Flashback to then, you’ve come to fear the winter
It must be the coldest it has ever been recorded
Wanna shrink into yourself, it’s like your body’s been contorted
When you’ve skipped another meal and starving but ignore the appetite
You’ve gotten a suspicion, nothing’s ever gonna happen right
Self-desertion is the easy option
No results emerging so remove the caution
When you despise your own appearance, and you hate the looks you get
Stumble through in the interference, and you’re convinced you should be dead
I’m wholeheartedly stuck to a resolution of my new love
Dysmorphia, dysphoria, in memoriam, euphoria