| Song | Slow Suicide |
| Artist | JamisonParker |
| Album | Sleepwalker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Covington | |
| It’s the night life | |
| That gets them off | |
| So desperately they wait for | |
| The excuse of love | |
| We live like vampires | |
| And we, we, we love like killers | |
| We all die like infants | |
| And we trust like mirrors | |
| It’s the smoke and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings | |
| It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| It’s the love of guilt that forms the habit | |
| Of being dramatically overdramatic | |
| We live like vampires | |
| And we, we, we love like killers | |
| We all die like infants | |
| And we trust like mirrors | |
| It’s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings | |
| It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence | |
| It’s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings (It's a desperate place for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes) | |
| It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence (It's a desperate place for desperate... and they sing) | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony | |
| In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane | |
| The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony | |
| In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do |
| zuo qu : Covington | |
| It' s the night life | |
| That gets them off | |
| So desperately they wait for | |
| The excuse of love | |
| We live like vampires | |
| And we, we, we love like killers | |
| We all die like infants | |
| And we trust like mirrors | |
| It' s the smoke and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings | |
| It' s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| It' s the love of guilt that forms the habit | |
| Of being dramatically overdramatic | |
| We live like vampires | |
| And we, we, we love like killers | |
| We all die like infants | |
| And we trust like mirrors | |
| It' s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings | |
| It' s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence | |
| It' s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings It' s a desperate place for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes | |
| It' s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence It' s a desperate place for desperate... and they sing | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it' s irony | |
| In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane | |
| The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it' s irony | |
| In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do |
| zuò qǔ : Covington | |
| It' s the night life | |
| That gets them off | |
| So desperately they wait for | |
| The excuse of love | |
| We live like vampires | |
| And we, we, we love like killers | |
| We all die like infants | |
| And we trust like mirrors | |
| It' s the smoke and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings | |
| It' s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| It' s the love of guilt that forms the habit | |
| Of being dramatically overdramatic | |
| We live like vampires | |
| And we, we, we love like killers | |
| We all die like infants | |
| And we trust like mirrors | |
| It' s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings | |
| It' s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence | |
| It' s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings It' s a desperate place for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes | |
| It' s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence It' s a desperate place for desperate... and they sing | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it' s irony | |
| In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane | |
| The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it' s irony | |
| In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do | |
| Slow suicide, like it or not it' s what we do |