🔗 Giles Corey- The Haunting Presence (Jun kurosawa's - The god crippled with one leg - 1994)

☆ Giles Corey Bloody, gory We will redress your wrongs Bloody and battered Nothing matters Somehow, just makes it worse And I don't care if I live or die 'Cause I ain't going no other side There ain't no heaven and there ain't no hell But I am a sinner so it's just as well There's a devil on my back There's a devil on my legs There's a devil on my chest There's a devil on my neck There's a devil on my back There's a devil on my legs There's a devil on my chest There's a devil on my neck There's a devil on my back Of a wicked physick came those heavy stones To fall with a crushing weight upon All of those who can't become a ghost Of a wicked physick came those heavy stones To fall with a heavy weight upon Those who cannot become a ghost I've been wailing like a child at the bottom of a well I've been pacing like a man in a prison cell I am buried above the ground Buried above the ground Buried above the ground Buried above the ground I've been wailing like a child at the bottom of a well I've been pacing like a man in a prison cell I am buried above the ground Buried above the ground Buried above the ground Buried above the ground And no one knows anything (I've been wailing like a child at the bottom of a well) No one knows anything No one knows anything (I've been pacing like a man in a prison cell) No one knows anything (I am buried above the ground) No one knows anything No one knows anything No one knows anything at all. ............... .... Não me resta nada a não ser dor de tanta medicação acumulada e meus olhos inchados , eu quis me salvar todos os dias. Mas a ansiedade me matou , a angústia devorou cada parte do que tinha me restado do meu corpo e espírito Mas e se eu for embora? Qual culpa e lembranças deixarei Quem vai lembra dos meus gritos de socorro e desespero silenciados mas vivos. ~milla