Monologue 2
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman
some kind of abstraction.
But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze,
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable
I simply am not there.
Monologue 2LRC歌词
[00:02.82]There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman
[00:06.38]some kind of abstraction.
[00:08.52]But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.
[00:13.99]And though I can hide my cold gaze,
[00:16.27]and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
[00:19.81]and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable
[00:24.85]I simply am not there.
