| Song | I Do Not Live |
| Artist | Thinking Plague |
| Album | A Thinking Plague |
| 作词 : Johnson | |
| We go in circles all the time. | |
| We placate each other with rituals. | |
| We never think of breaking out, | |
| because it hurts us in our heads. | |
| Why can't I ever wake up and be? | |
| What is it that I can never see? | |
| When we are talking we are false. | |
| When we are working we are real. | |
| If we can trust, then let us strive | |
| to remember that we're ourselves. | |
| Why do you torment me with the past, | |
| when at any time death may find us? | |
| Though death stalks me, I do not live. | |
| Though death taunts me, I do not give. | |
| I know that you are using me. | |
| You have a need you can't explain. | |
| I let you use me though it hurts, | |
| and never let you know you are. | |
| I am also using you using me. | |
| We're just like two laboratory rats. | |
| Walking through the moldering death of aeons, | |
| feeling time's cold breath, | |
| knowing that it does not care. | |
| Only with this knowledge | |
| can I know who I am. | |
| Only when I know death | |
| do I know I'm alive. | |
| We go in circles all the time. | |
| We placate each other with rituals. | |
| We never think of breaking out, | |
| because it hurts us in our heads. | |
| Why can't I ever wake up and be? | |
| What is it that I can never see? | |
| Though death stalks me, I do not live. | |
| Thought death taunts me, I do not give. | |
| Though death stalks me, I do not live. | |
| Thought death taunts me, I do not give. | |
| I know that you are using me. | |
| You have a need you can't explain. | |
| I let you use me though it hurts, | |
| and never let you know you are. | |
| I am also using you using me. | |
| We're just like two laboratory rats. |
| zuò cí : Johnson | |
| We go in circles all the time. | |
| We placate each other with rituals. | |
| We never think of breaking out, | |
| because it hurts us in our heads. | |
| Why can' t I ever wake up and be? | |
| What is it that I can never see? | |
| When we are talking we are false. | |
| When we are working we are real. | |
| If we can trust, then let us strive | |
| to remember that we' re ourselves. | |
| Why do you torment me with the past, | |
| when at any time death may find us? | |
| Though death stalks me, I do not live. | |
| Though death taunts me, I do not give. | |
| I know that you are using me. | |
| You have a need you can' t explain. | |
| I let you use me though it hurts, | |
| and never let you know you are. | |
| I am also using you using me. | |
| We' re just like two laboratory rats. | |
| Walking through the moldering death of aeons, | |
| feeling time' s cold breath, | |
| knowing that it does not care. | |
| Only with this knowledge | |
| can I know who I am. | |
| Only when I know death | |
| do I know I' m alive. | |
| We go in circles all the time. | |
| We placate each other with rituals. | |
| We never think of breaking out, | |
| because it hurts us in our heads. | |
| Why can' t I ever wake up and be? | |
| What is it that I can never see? | |
| Though death stalks me, I do not live. | |
| Thought death taunts me, I do not give. | |
| Though death stalks me, I do not live. | |
| Thought death taunts me, I do not give. | |
| I know that you are using me. | |
| You have a need you can' t explain. | |
| I let you use me though it hurts, | |
| and never let you know you are. | |
| I am also using you using me. | |
| We' re just like two laboratory rats. |