| Song | The Polygraph Cheaters |
| Artist | This Is Hell |
| Album | Sundowning |
| 作曲 : This Is Hell | |
| Don't believe a word of this, don't believe a single thing you hear. | |
| We're sinners and we'll surely get sainted while real saints will simply be tainted. | |
| Don't believe a word of this, don't believe a sing thing you hear. | |
| Sometimes villains deserve your applause cause our heroes are tragically flawed. | |
| Medic! Medic! | |
| Man down and we're losing him fast. | |
| Forget it | |
| Forget it. | |
| That last breath was his last. | |
| Medic Medic. | |
| We were seconds to late. | |
| Don't believe a word of this, don't believe a single thing you hear. | |
| These things are romanticized, but in the end they're only colorful lies. | |
| Don't believe a word of this don't believe a single thing you hear. | |
| The poetry of a stone hearted cynic and all the demons that | |
| I've broken bread with. | |
| Medic! Medic! | |
| Man down and we're losing him fast. | |
| Forget it | |
| Forget It. | |
| That last breath was his last. | |
| Medic Medic. | |
| We were seconds to late. | |
| This is the sound it makes when it all comes crashing down. | |
| We're arsonists among architects, and we'll burn this fucker to the ground. | |
| This is the sound it makes when it all comes crashing down. |
| zuò qǔ : This Is Hell | |
| Don' t believe a word of this, don' t believe a single thing you hear. | |
| We' re sinners and we' ll surely get sainted while real saints will simply be tainted. | |
| Don' t believe a word of this, don' t believe a sing thing you hear. | |
| Sometimes villains deserve your applause cause our heroes are tragically flawed. | |
| Medic! Medic! | |
| Man down and we' re losing him fast. | |
| Forget it | |
| Forget it. | |
| That last breath was his last. | |
| Medic Medic. | |
| We were seconds to late. | |
| Don' t believe a word of this, don' t believe a single thing you hear. | |
| These things are romanticized, but in the end they' re only colorful lies. | |
| Don' t believe a word of this don' t believe a single thing you hear. | |
| The poetry of a stone hearted cynic and all the demons that | |
| I' ve broken bread with. | |
| Medic! Medic! | |
| Man down and we' re losing him fast. | |
| Forget it | |
| Forget It. | |
| That last breath was his last. | |
| Medic Medic. | |
| We were seconds to late. | |
| This is the sound it makes when it all comes crashing down. | |
| We' re arsonists among architects, and we' ll burn this fucker to the ground. | |
| This is the sound it makes when it all comes crashing down. |