1.Insomnious Night Lift
作词：Andreas Carlsson, Desmond Child
I deny myself a slumber
Some terrible exhaustion
Punishes me with a gloomy hell
Without disregard to this conspicuous unbalance
Phanerogamic foreigner of amazing excitement
Will you concede your berth
To my frail and erratic body
And hardened before such a tormented rest？
Or do you not recognize me now
Involved by an eruptive relief
Now inherent to my plea？
Damned refuge you have turned into
Oh, ruthless and lifeless inside
Does my existence claim
Addicted to scarlet tears of the martyr
For you drew, you all became
Your present consolation
Is for me an apparent farce
Illusion, mirage of hazard
Dream or fantasy
Lascivious and awake I am in this trouble
Which you pleased me with
By a disenchanted pact
I unload onto you all the burden of my pen nib
Even knowing that you pay yourself
With feeble insomnia
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