My Sanctuary
Lyrics by Raymond Watts and Atsushi SakuraiFrom: Schweinstein, originally released on May 9th, 2001
…Trying
Not to look at the face of the man who is dying
To look for the face of the man who is lying
The amber gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain its special place
I know its look I know its{your} face
* 美しきが この目を潰す
Bright whites the killing kind
罪より 罰は愛され
Two blacks don’t make a white
この激情 捨て去られる運命
The broker of my broken dreams
目に映る この世は 地獄と言う
My cell is my sanctuary
** There’s a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white {and}
The knuckles twisted raw and I’m so empty
And there’s no respite
You prey together on the small
Hell-vision shows it every night
* repeat
** repeat
White silver draws black lies
Bright whites the killing kind
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Two blacks don’t make a white
Devotion isn’t what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary
{my sanctuary
my sanctuary
my sanctuary
sacri…}
** repeat
The amber gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home is what I {cannot} seek
He knows the pain its special place
And {I know its look} I know your face
…Trying
Not to look at the face of the man who is dying
To look for the face of the man who is lying
The amber gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain its special place
I know its look I know its{your} face
* utsukushiki ga / kono me wo tsubusu
Bright whites the killing kind
tsumi yori / batsu wa aisare
Two blacks don’t make a white
kono gekijou / sutesarareru unmei
The broker of my broken dreams
me ni utsuru / kono yo wa / jigoku to iu
My cell is my sanctuary
** There’s a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white {and}
The knuckles twisted raw and I’m so empty
And there’s no respite
You prey together on the small
Hell-vision shows it every night
* repeat
** repeat
White silver draws black lies
Bright whites the killing kind
Two wrongs doesn’t make a right
Two blacks don’t make a white
Devotion isn’t what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary
{my sanctuary
my sanctuary
my sanctuary
sacri…}
** repeat
The amber gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home is what I {cannot} seek
He knows the pain its special place
And {I know its look} I know your face
it is beauty that will / pulverize this eye of mine
Bright whites the killing kind
from the crime comes / beloved punishment
Two blacks don’t make a white
in this fit of rage / I throw away my destiny
The broker of my broken dreams
my eye will reflect / this world of ours / that is known as hell
My cell is my sanctuary