More songs by Ironmouse
Description
Author: Iron Mouse
Author: Bubi
Author: shiro beats
Author: HalaCG
Arranger: shiro beats
Arranger: HalaCG
Lyricist: HalaCG
Lyrics and translation
Original
How comforting that people like you never change.
You underlings, all stumbling to -catch our gaze.
-Crumbling under the pressure, don't you just love obsession? Your struggle births my pleasure and sadistic intentions.
I move you slowly, like mischief's castle queens.
You'd be so lonely if there were not for me.
The passion touching a pain, hanging the power we hold over your mind, over your body, and your soul in the way, soul.
If you're looking to impress, entertain, or be of use, then prove you care as much as you say you do.
I want you crying for me, I want you, I want you wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
I want you fighting for me, and when you -fall to wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah. -Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me. Go on, boy, weep. Licking those tears, lick 'em off your cheek.
It's clear as day, your masquerade of independence, obsolete.
Want you to bleed, feeling the fear from your front row seat pricked in your brain.
How entertaining those so desperate here to please are.
All-consuming worship is all I want. Is that much to ask? Hell, I know it's not.
Don't you want to give up your lives and love, love, love me?
So, -baby, choose your sacrifice.
-Your happiness is entirely -meaningless.
-How -do I know you're really mine? -Down on your knees.
I want you crying for me, I want you, I want you wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
I want you fighting for me, and when you fall to wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
Cry for me. Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
English translation
How comforting that people like you never change.
You underlings, all stumbling to -catch our gaze.
-Crumbling under the pressure, don't you just love obsession? Your struggle births my pleasure and sadistic intentions.
I move you slowly, like mischief's castle queens.
You'd be so lonely if there were not for me.
The passion touching a pain, hanging the power we hold over your mind, over your body, and your soul in the way, soul.
If you're looking to impress, entertain, or be of use, then prove you care as much as you say you do.
I want you crying for me, I want you, I want you wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
I want you fighting for me, and when you -fall to wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah. -Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me. Go on, boy, weep. Licking those tears, lick 'em off your cheek.
It's clear as day, your masquerade of independence, obsolete.
Want you to bleed, feeling the fear from your front row seat pricked in your brain.
How entertaining those so desperate here to please are.
All-consuming worship is all I want. Is that much to ask? Hell, I know it's not.
Don't you want to give up your lives and love, love, love me?
So, -baby, choose your sacrifice.
-Your happiness is entirely -meaningless.
-How -do I know you're really mine? -Down on your knees.
I want you crying for me, I want you, I want you wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
I want you fighting for me, and when you fall to wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
Cry for me. Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.
Cry for me.