| Song | Syphon |
| Artist | Simon Says |
| Album | Shut Your Breath |
| 作曲 : Simon Says | |
| The line blurs out of focus now my senses cloud | |
| I'm falling | |
| Numb again | |
| I feel it taking over me the day falls dark there's no light in | |
| The end The old synthetic stale routine makes the faces mold and | |
| Start to look the same | |
| All the same | |
| Why hate someone when | |
| I've got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I'm through | |
| It's my turn to play you my tune | |
| They trick you with money and make-up eyes they deceive | |
| You and feed on what | |
| Your money buys | |
| They shove down their visual imagery our naive nature enables their disease | |
| Disease Why hate someone when | |
| I've got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I'm through | |
| It's my turn to play you my tune | |
| It's my fuckin' turn | |
| You think you can make me like you? | |
| Want you? | |
| Do you think you could show me? | |
| Could I be as cool as you? | |
| Do you think you could teach me to look as sad as you? | |
| It finds you it chokes you it eats you until it sucks you | |
| In again and again and | |
| Again and again | |
| Why hate someone when | |
| I've got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I'm through | |
| It's my turn to play you my tune | |
| Why hate someone when | |
| I've got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I'm through | |
| It's my turn to force feed you | |
| It's my fuckin turn | |
| You think you can make me like you? | |
| Want you? |
| zuò qǔ : Simon Says | |
| The line blurs out of focus now my senses cloud | |
| I' m falling | |
| Numb again | |
| I feel it taking over me the day falls dark there' s no light in | |
| The end The old synthetic stale routine makes the faces mold and | |
| Start to look the same | |
| All the same | |
| Why hate someone when | |
| I' ve got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I' m through | |
| It' s my turn to play you my tune | |
| They trick you with money and makeup eyes they deceive | |
| You and feed on what | |
| Your money buys | |
| They shove down their visual imagery our naive nature enables their disease | |
| Disease Why hate someone when | |
| I' ve got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I' m through | |
| It' s my turn to play you my tune | |
| It' s my fuckin' turn | |
| You think you can make me like you? | |
| Want you? | |
| Do you think you could show me? | |
| Could I be as cool as you? | |
| Do you think you could teach me to look as sad as you? | |
| It finds you it chokes you it eats you until it sucks you | |
| In again and again and | |
| Again and again | |
| Why hate someone when | |
| I' ve got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I' m through | |
| It' s my turn to play you my tune | |
| Why hate someone when | |
| I' ve got you? | |
| Stay still and shut the fuck up till | |
| I' m through | |
| It' s my turn to force feed you | |
| It' s my fuckin turn | |
| You think you can make me like you? | |
| Want you? |