| 作曲 : Potvin, Potvin | |
| Yes there is a point at | |
| Which modification | |
| Becomes too extreme | |
| But I don't agree | |
| When I was suspending | |
| Now it's extreme | |
| The pain stuck in my mind | |
| Criminal in the soul | |
| Dangerous range | |
| Grind kill danger | |
| Reflection of the light | |
| We are the glass souls | |
| Grind, kill, to me it 's all the same | |
| And everything (is) stuck in my head | |
| (it) doesn't scare me, I am power | |
| I don't even fear to meet my passing now |
| zuo qu : Potvin, Potvin | |
| Yes there is a point at | |
| Which modification | |
| Becomes too extreme | |
| But I don' t agree | |
| When I was suspending | |
| Now it' s extreme | |
| The pain stuck in my mind | |
| Criminal in the soul | |
| Dangerous range | |
| Grind kill danger | |
| Reflection of the light | |
| We are the glass souls | |
| Grind, kill, to me it ' s all the same | |
| And everything is stuck in my head | |
| it doesn' t scare me, I am power | |
| I don' t even fear to meet my passing now |
| zuò qǔ : Potvin, Potvin | |
| Yes there is a point at | |
| Which modification | |
| Becomes too extreme | |
| But I don' t agree | |
| When I was suspending | |
| Now it' s extreme | |
| The pain stuck in my mind | |
| Criminal in the soul | |
| Dangerous range | |
| Grind kill danger | |
| Reflection of the light | |
| We are the glass souls | |
| Grind, kill, to me it ' s all the same | |
| And everything is stuck in my head | |
| it doesn' t scare me, I am power | |
| I don' t even fear to meet my passing now |