| 作曲 : Chambers, Sorychta | |
| War between one | |
| Supporting temptation | |
| Relentless conclusive seduction | |
| MOving faster, fucked up tormented | |
| Poverty bites, but comes in second | |
| Needing now to | |
| Taste the magic, with slave mentality | |
| Blistering from self inflicted madness | |
| Accusation, trusting non one | |
| Intolerant, sick of the bullshit | |
| Cruising disgusted | |
| Down roads of the fallen | |
| Vulnerable, alluring a higher plain | |
| Wounds only heal by looking deeper | |
| Don't yield, find yourself | |
| Reach inside to fink the truth | |
| At the center of this spiral sedation | |
| Strange purity lost in real nightmares | |
| Accepting demise with slow torture |
| zuo qu : Chambers, Sorychta | |
| War between one | |
| Supporting temptation | |
| Relentless conclusive seduction | |
| MOving faster, fucked up tormented | |
| Poverty bites, but comes in second | |
| Needing now to | |
| Taste the magic, with slave mentality | |
| Blistering from self inflicted madness | |
| Accusation, trusting non one | |
| Intolerant, sick of the bullshit | |
| Cruising disgusted | |
| Down roads of the fallen | |
| Vulnerable, alluring a higher plain | |
| Wounds only heal by looking deeper | |
| Don' t yield, find yourself | |
| Reach inside to fink the truth | |
| At the center of this spiral sedation | |
| Strange purity lost in real nightmares | |
| Accepting demise with slow torture |
| zuò qǔ : Chambers, Sorychta | |
| War between one | |
| Supporting temptation | |
| Relentless conclusive seduction | |
| MOving faster, fucked up tormented | |
| Poverty bites, but comes in second | |
| Needing now to | |
| Taste the magic, with slave mentality | |
| Blistering from self inflicted madness | |
| Accusation, trusting non one | |
| Intolerant, sick of the bullshit | |
| Cruising disgusted | |
| Down roads of the fallen | |
| Vulnerable, alluring a higher plain | |
| Wounds only heal by looking deeper | |
| Don' t yield, find yourself | |
| Reach inside to fink the truth | |
| At the center of this spiral sedation | |
| Strange purity lost in real nightmares | |
| Accepting demise with slow torture |