Bleeds On Me (from Dead by Daylight All-Kill: Comeback)

Music: Michel F. April I wake up traced in a flicker of white Sirens in my nerves, red cuts in the night Every steps echoes cameras and eyes I taste the fear when the program decides Count my pulse with a stolen key If this world is fake, it bleeds on me ๋””์ง€ํ„ธ ๋น„ ์†์—์„œ ์นผ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์ฝ”๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ผˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฌถ์–ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„ ์œ„๋กœ ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ์–ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฒ ์–ด, ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊นจ์›Œ ๋น›๊ณผ ๋ถˆ๋กœ ๋œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์„ ์ฐข์–ด ๋””์ง€ํ„ธ ๋น„ ์†์—์„œ ์นผ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์ฝ”๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ผˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฌถ์–ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„ ์œ„๋กœ ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ์–ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฒ ์–ด, ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊นจ์›Œ ๋น›๊ณผ ๋ถˆ๋กœ ๋œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์„ ์ฐข์–ด They feed me storms in a silver cell Static prays and a synthetic hell I sharpen time on the edge of days Every shadow snitches, nobody prays Lock Me In Numbers Name me a sin I Carve My Exit From under the skin ๋””์ง€ํ„ธ ๋น„ ์†์—์„œ ์นผ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์ฝ”๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ผˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฌถ์–ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„ ์œ„๋กœ ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ์–ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฒ ์–ด, ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊นจ์›Œ ๋น›๊ณผ ๋ถˆ๋กœ ๋œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์„ ์ฐข์–ด ๋””์ง€ํ„ธ ๋น„ ์†์—์„œ ์นผ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์ฝ”๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ผˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฌถ์–ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„ ์œ„๋กœ ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ์–ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฒ ์–ด, ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊นจ์›Œ ๋น›๊ณผ ๋ถˆ๋กœ ๋œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์„ ์ฐข์–ด Fog in my lungs, but I still inhale Ghost on the glass when I lift my veil Hear Ji-Woon laugh in the circuit scream I bend the bars of their lucid dream ๋””์ง€ํ„ธ ๋น„ ์†์—์„œ ์นผ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์ฝ”๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ผˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฌถ์–ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„ ์œ„๋กœ ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ์–ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฒ ์–ด, ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊นจ์›Œ ๋น›๊ณผ ๋ถˆ๋กœ ๋œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์„ ์ฐข์–ด ๋””์ง€ํ„ธ ๋น„ ์†์—์„œ ์นผ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์ฝ”๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ผˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฌถ์–ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„ ์œ„๋กœ ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ์–ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฒ ์–ด, ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊นจ์›Œ ๋น›๊ณผ ๋ถˆ๋กœ ๋œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์„ ์ฐข์–ด