| Song | Elevator Is Temporary |
| Artist | Lilys |
| Album | Better Can't Make Your Life Better |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lilys | |
| Scars that stretch past elbows | |
| Too opaque to be called paint | |
| They now are little jots | |
| And memoirs | |
| Rings in the limb that relive days spent | |
| High enough to be relaxed as | |
| Corruption wrecks my life | |
| And now you be my ride | |
| Through lips of liberty | |
| The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
| Build an elevator through the sky | |
| The name is suicide | |
| And the elevator was the plan | |
| Didn't know for real where it would go | |
| Got on, pushed the button in | |
| And said home | |
| I'm your creator elevator | |
| And you owe me big for this | |
| I'm the one, lift me out of here | |
| To some place with a difference | |
| Corruption wrecks my life | |
| And now you be my ride | |
| Through lips of liberty | |
| Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
| Build an elevator through the sky | |
| The name is suicide | |
| And the elevator was the plan | |
| And If your bags look | |
| The same as they did before | |
| Oh well, is it any wonder |
| zuo ci : Lilys | |
| Scars that stretch past elbows | |
| Too opaque to be called paint | |
| They now are little jots | |
| And memoirs | |
| Rings in the limb that relive days spent | |
| High enough to be relaxed as | |
| Corruption wrecks my life | |
| And now you be my ride | |
| Through lips of liberty | |
| The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
| Build an elevator through the sky | |
| The name is suicide | |
| And the elevator was the plan | |
| Didn' t know for real where it would go | |
| Got on, pushed the button in | |
| And said home | |
| I' m your creator elevator | |
| And you owe me big for this | |
| I' m the one, lift me out of here | |
| To some place with a difference | |
| Corruption wrecks my life | |
| And now you be my ride | |
| Through lips of liberty | |
| Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
| Build an elevator through the sky | |
| The name is suicide | |
| And the elevator was the plan | |
| And If your bags look | |
| The same as they did before | |
| Oh well, is it any wonder |
| zuò cí : Lilys | |
| Scars that stretch past elbows | |
| Too opaque to be called paint | |
| They now are little jots | |
| And memoirs | |
| Rings in the limb that relive days spent | |
| High enough to be relaxed as | |
| Corruption wrecks my life | |
| And now you be my ride | |
| Through lips of liberty | |
| The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
| Build an elevator through the sky | |
| The name is suicide | |
| And the elevator was the plan | |
| Didn' t know for real where it would go | |
| Got on, pushed the button in | |
| And said home | |
| I' m your creator elevator | |
| And you owe me big for this | |
| I' m the one, lift me out of here | |
| To some place with a difference | |
| Corruption wrecks my life | |
| And now you be my ride | |
| Through lips of liberty | |
| Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
| Build an elevator through the sky | |
| The name is suicide | |
| And the elevator was the plan | |
| And If your bags look | |
| The same as they did before | |
| Oh well, is it any wonder |