{"id":412,"date":"2001-05-09T11:27:00","date_gmt":"2001-05-09T11:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bucktickzone.com\/lyrics\/?p=412"},"modified":"2021-03-06T23:43:04","modified_gmt":"2021-03-06T23:43:04","slug":"my-sanctuary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bucktickzone.com\/lyrics\/solo-works-and-side-projects\/schwein\/schweinstein\/my-sanctuary\/","title":{"rendered":"My Sanctuary"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"original\">\n&#8230;Doubting<br \/>\n&#8230;Trying<br \/>\nNot to look at the face of the man who is dying<br \/>\nTo look for the face of the man who is lying<br \/>\nThe amber gambler is low and loaded<br \/>\nHis rusty steed turns to burn into my soul<br \/>\nI hear the cries<br \/>\nMy body lies in sanctuary<br \/>\nThe long way home I cannot seek<br \/>\nHe knows the pain its special place<br \/>\nI know its look I know <span class=\"strike\">its<\/span>{your} face<\/p>\n<p>* \u7f8e\u3057\u304d\u304c\u3000\u3053\u306e\u76ee\u3092\u6f70\u3059<br \/>\nBright whites the killing kind<br \/>\n\u7f6a\u3088\u308a\u3000\u7f70\u306f\u611b\u3055\u308c<br \/>\nTwo blacks don&#8217;t make a white<br \/>\n\u3053\u306e\u6fc0\u60c5\u3000\u6368\u3066\u53bb\u3089\u308c\u308b\u904b\u547d<br \/>\nThe broker of my broken dreams<br \/>\n\u76ee\u306b\u6620\u308b\u3000\u3053\u306e\u4e16\u306f\u3000\u5730\u7344\u3068\u8a00\u3046<br \/>\nMy cell is my sanctuary<\/p>\n<p>** There&#8217;s a black space where my soul should be<br \/>\nA gaping wound where my heart could be<br \/>\nI feel so low I feel like Christ<br \/>\nI see my head is turning <span class=\"strike\">white<\/span> {and}<br \/>\nThe knuckles twisted raw and I&#8217;m so empty<br \/>\nAnd there&#8217;s no respite<br \/>\nYou prey together on the small<br \/>\nHell-vision shows it every night<\/p>\n<p>* repeat<\/p>\n<p>** repeat<\/p>\n<p>White silver draws black lies<br \/>\nBright whites the killing kind<br \/>\nTwo wrongs don&#8217;t make a right<br \/>\nTwo blacks don&#8217;t make a white<br \/>\nDevotion isn&#8217;t what it seems<br \/>\nThe broker of my broken dreams<br \/>\nHell is all that I see<br \/>\nMy cell is my sanctuary<\/p>\n<p>{my sanctuary<br \/>\nmy sanctuary<br \/>\nmy sanctuary<br \/>\nsacri&#8230;}<\/p>\n<p>** repeat<\/p>\n<p>The amber gambler is low and loaded<br \/>\nHis rusty steed turns to burn into my soul<br \/>\nI hear the cries<br \/>\nMy body lies in sanctuary<br \/>\nThe long way home <span class=\"strike\">is what<\/span> I {cannot} seek<br \/>\nHe knows the pain its special place<br \/>\n<span class=\"strike\">And<\/span> {I know its look} I know your face<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"romaji\">\n&#8230;Doubting<br \/>\n&#8230;Trying<br \/>\nNot to look at the face of the man who is dying<br \/>\nTo look for the face of the man who is lying<br \/>\nThe amber gambler is low and loaded<br \/>\nHis rusty steed turns to burn into my soul<br \/>\nI hear the cries<br \/>\nMy body lies in sanctuary<br \/>\nThe long way home I cannot seek<br \/>\nHe knows the pain its special place<br \/>\nI know its look I know <span class=\"strike\">its<\/span>{your} face<\/p>\n<p>* utsukushiki ga \/ kono me wo tsubusu<br \/>\nBright whites the killing kind<br \/>\ntsumi yori \/ batsu wa aisare<br \/>\nTwo blacks don&#8217;t make a white<br \/>\nkono gekijou \/ sutesarareru unmei<br \/>\nThe broker of my broken dreams<br \/>\nme ni utsuru \/ kono yo wa \/ jigoku to iu<br \/>\nMy cell is my sanctuary<\/p>\n<p>** There&#8217;s a black space where my soul should be<br \/>\nA gaping wound where my heart could be<br \/>\nI feel so low I feel like Christ<br \/>\nI see my head is turning <span class=\"strike\">white<\/span> {and}<br \/>\nThe knuckles twisted raw and I&#8217;m so empty<br \/>\nAnd there&#8217;s no respite<br \/>\nYou prey together on the small<br \/>\nHell-vision shows it every night<\/p>\n<p>* repeat<\/p>\n<p>** repeat<\/p>\n<p>White silver draws black lies<br \/>\nBright whites the killing kind<br \/>\nTwo wrongs doesn&#8217;t make a right<br \/>\nTwo blacks don&#8217;t make a white<br \/>\nDevotion isn&#8217;t what it seems<br \/>\nThe broker of my broken dreams<br \/>\nHell is all that I see<br \/>\nMy cell is my sanctuary<\/p>\n<p>{my sanctuary<br \/>\nmy sanctuary<br \/>\nmy sanctuary<br \/>\nsacri&#8230;}<\/p>\n<p>** repeat<\/p>\n<p>The amber gambler is low and loaded<br \/>\nHis rusty steed turns to burn into my soul<br \/>\nI hear the cries<br \/>\nMy body lies in sanctuary<br \/>\nThe long way home <span class=\"strike\">is what<\/span> I {cannot} seek<br \/>\nHe knows the pain its special place<br \/>\n<span class=\"strike\">And<\/span> {I know its look} I know your face<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"translation\">\n(translation of verse with Japanese only)<br \/>\nit is beauty that will \/ pulverize this eye of mine<br \/>\nBright whites the killing kind<br \/>\nfrom the crime comes \/ beloved punishment<br \/>\nTwo blacks don&#8217;t make a white<br \/>\nin this fit of rage \/ I throw away my destiny<br \/>\nThe broker of my broken dreams<br \/>\nmy eye will reflect \/ this world of ours \/ that is known as hell<br \/>\nMy cell is my sanctuary<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;Doubting &#8230;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 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