Lời bài hát: Hotel Of The Laughing Tree. Old Dominion. Lowlands 1887.

I've died, and I don't ever want to go back.
Take off that mask, that strap, that dynamite pack.
Baby's got a lot of room to grow,
but they don't know a thing about the words across your chest.

Who did you see between the reeds?
No, we couldn't stay, so shameless and sane.
Can the fruit on the tree make you complete?
The one that tastes like a dream,
Neither bitter, nor sweet.

Soon she slips, through the door.
Threw her clothes to the floor.
And I don't suppose we knew just how to breath.

So who set you free? the chief of police?
They say you speak like machines, monotonic and clean.
Two holes in your side, cost your stream.
Doesn't mean you can't speak here directly to me.

Why don't you stay down?
When it's over,
your body needs to learn how to breath underwater.
Baby just break down your demeanor.
It's kill or be killed, and you're killing the dream.

Hit the switch at my core.
The world spins, nevermore.
I don't suppose you know,
just what that color means to me.
No, I don't suppose you know

(Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)