| Song | Crank the Knife |
| Artist | Tourniquet |
| Album | Crawl to China |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Easter, Guerra | |
| Distance makes my heart to fester | |
| In self inflicted pain | |
| If I can't face the consequences of my actions | |
| I'll find someone else to blame | |
| I greet you with a brothers kiss | |
| And crank the knife another...twist | |
| Twisting fates to fit the fabrications of my mind | |
| I find I've crossed the line | |
| No matter what the cost I must be right | |
| I greet you with a brothers kiss | |
| And crank the knife another twist | |
| Pointing to things that don't exist | |
| I crank the knife with another... | |
| Alone among the ashes of the things | |
| Which once defined my lifeI hold that match which lit the fire | |
| But you'll never see me take the blame... |
| zuo ci : Easter, Guerra | |
| Distance makes my heart to fester | |
| In self inflicted pain | |
| If I can' t face the consequences of my actions | |
| I' ll find someone else to blame | |
| I greet you with a brothers kiss | |
| And crank the knife another... twist | |
| Twisting fates to fit the fabrications of my mind | |
| I find I' ve crossed the line | |
| No matter what the cost I must be right | |
| I greet you with a brothers kiss | |
| And crank the knife another twist | |
| Pointing to things that don' t exist | |
| I crank the knife with another... | |
| Alone among the ashes of the things | |
| Which once defined my lifeI hold that match which lit the fire | |
| But you' ll never see me take the blame... |
| zuò cí : Easter, Guerra | |
| Distance makes my heart to fester | |
| In self inflicted pain | |
| If I can' t face the consequences of my actions | |
| I' ll find someone else to blame | |
| I greet you with a brothers kiss | |
| And crank the knife another... twist | |
| Twisting fates to fit the fabrications of my mind | |
| I find I' ve crossed the line | |
| No matter what the cost I must be right | |
| I greet you with a brothers kiss | |
| And crank the knife another twist | |
| Pointing to things that don' t exist | |
| I crank the knife with another... | |
| Alone among the ashes of the things | |
| Which once defined my lifeI hold that match which lit the fire | |
| But you' ll never see me take the blame... |