| Song | Feel Every Beat |
| Artist | Electronic |
| Album | Electronic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Marr, Sumner | |
| Have you ever been a victim in a violent fight | |
| When you know it's not true and you know it's not right | |
| Got not one ounce, inch of control | |
| You got lust for blood runnin' in your soul | |
| You know if every person upon this earth | |
| Became the image of the mother in a violent birth | |
| We could sow the seed, toss up the sand | |
| And heal this brutal beat-up land | |
| If there's a place to be why don't you come with me | |
| Listen to your father, listen to your brother | |
| Take every chance that comes, maybe you'll find someone | |
| We don't need to argue, we just need each other | |
| There's a mirror on the table, if you feel you could use it | |
| Don't be ashamed, go ahead just do it | |
| Protect your cranium, let it explode | |
| Put your faith in the mother lode | |
| Now if all this seems to be eccentric | |
| Be aware be sure | |
| I meant it | |
| The tunnel of love has got no end | |
| I'm well received, but | |
| I don't send |
| zuo ci : Marr, Sumner | |
| Have you ever been a victim in a violent fight | |
| When you know it' s not true and you know it' s not right | |
| Got not one ounce, inch of control | |
| You got lust for blood runnin' in your soul | |
| You know if every person upon this earth | |
| Became the image of the mother in a violent birth | |
| We could sow the seed, toss up the sand | |
| And heal this brutal beatup land | |
| If there' s a place to be why don' t you come with me | |
| Listen to your father, listen to your brother | |
| Take every chance that comes, maybe you' ll find someone | |
| We don' t need to argue, we just need each other | |
| There' s a mirror on the table, if you feel you could use it | |
| Don' t be ashamed, go ahead just do it | |
| Protect your cranium, let it explode | |
| Put your faith in the mother lode | |
| Now if all this seems to be eccentric | |
| Be aware be sure | |
| I meant it | |
| The tunnel of love has got no end | |
| I' m well received, but | |
| I don' t send |
| zuò cí : Marr, Sumner | |
| Have you ever been a victim in a violent fight | |
| When you know it' s not true and you know it' s not right | |
| Got not one ounce, inch of control | |
| You got lust for blood runnin' in your soul | |
| You know if every person upon this earth | |
| Became the image of the mother in a violent birth | |
| We could sow the seed, toss up the sand | |
| And heal this brutal beatup land | |
| If there' s a place to be why don' t you come with me | |
| Listen to your father, listen to your brother | |
| Take every chance that comes, maybe you' ll find someone | |
| We don' t need to argue, we just need each other | |
| There' s a mirror on the table, if you feel you could use it | |
| Don' t be ashamed, go ahead just do it | |
| Protect your cranium, let it explode | |
| Put your faith in the mother lode | |
| Now if all this seems to be eccentric | |
| Be aware be sure | |
| I meant it | |
| The tunnel of love has got no end | |
| I' m well received, but | |
| I don' t send |