Jin Guangyao - Laplace's Angel {Guanyin Temple} [The Untamed MV]

AKA 3 minutes and 58 seconds of JGY being ✧iconic✧

Inspired by this great post about him playing the villain in Guanyin temple

https://wombathos.tumblr.com/post/644...


Lyrics:

Have you ever died in a nightmare? Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate?
Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis, and collapsed and threw the planet away?
Everyone’s just blood in an ice tray. A vampire picking flowers out in the sun.
Run your diagnostic tests, its posited nobody dies agnostic, but we still dial 9-1-1. Now we’re singing

(It’s the norm for animals. It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles. Eye for eye for tooth. It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles. Yes, it’s only natural.)
Ooh, could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Ooh, whatever you think of me; if you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do.

We’re only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now. Ask not for whom it tolls. But
With my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground, and from up here you look like ants in a row.
It doesn’t take a killer to murder. It only takes the reason to kill.
We’ve all got evidence of innocence, it’s ‘everything’s coincidence’ the difference twixt fate and free will is whether you’re singing

(It’s the norm for animals. It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles. I for I. For tooth.
It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles. Yes, it’s only natural.)
Ooh, could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Ooh, whatever you think of me; if you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do.

(Somebody help)

So if you wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor,
Neatly fold your skeletons but still can’t shut the closet door.
The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough.
So evil ones should get a little more.

(You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call. Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now.
It’s no more than cultural. You and me inseparable. It’s a small hell after all.)
You! could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Ooh, whatever you think of me; if the shoe fits would you walk that mile? You could put it on the other foot, it’s the same size.

(Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals, any form mechanical, thank you God.
From the hordes of cannibals, to psych wards of hospitals: it’s a small world after all.)
You, could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Ooh, whatever you think of me; if you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you.