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作词 : Dallon Weekes

作曲 : Dallon Weekes

A modern concussion

The room is on fire

You're an upstanding model

Of a modern day Cain

With impeccable style

So now you've done a little wrong

And you need to be forgiven

By the vicar and the company you keep

And then you conjure up a fiction

To get the pretty girl to listen

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

The moral objections

To something so profane

Oh but the deepest of convictions

Are the darkest positions

Little conditions for the varicose vain

So now you've done a little wrong

And you swear you didn't do it

But volition left you burdened with a curse

And then you conjure up a fiction, yeah

To get the pretty, pretty, pretty

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

(Everyone can tell)

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

And everyone can tell, yeah

And everyone can tell, yeah

And everyone can tell