| Song | Crime for Living |
| Artist | Acrophet |
| Album | Corrupt Minds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Acrophet | |
| I am held captive | |
| In a frozen state of mind | |
| You dropped me off a cliff | |
| How could you be so blind | |
| I sit here in my room | |
| And watch the day go by | |
| Your pretty little face makes me wonder why | |
| Put me in jail and throw away the key | |
| Considered a delinquent of our society | |
| Falling into the hands of poverty | |
| In a padded room | |
| I'm rotting mentally | |
| I'm a crime for living in a grown up race | |
| All the lame people I have to face | |
| Maybe I'll survive before they drop the bomb | |
| Or will the world become vietnam | |
| Excuse me for living | |
| I'm not the perfect one | |
| Pointing at my head I hold a loaded gun | |
| Looking at your face really makes me sick | |
| Ready to destroy you like a bomb I tick |
| zuo qu : Acrophet | |
| I am held captive | |
| In a frozen state of mind | |
| You dropped me off a cliff | |
| How could you be so blind | |
| I sit here in my room | |
| And watch the day go by | |
| Your pretty little face makes me wonder why | |
| Put me in jail and throw away the key | |
| Considered a delinquent of our society | |
| Falling into the hands of poverty | |
| In a padded room | |
| I' m rotting mentally | |
| I' m a crime for living in a grown up race | |
| All the lame people I have to face | |
| Maybe I' ll survive before they drop the bomb | |
| Or will the world become vietnam | |
| Excuse me for living | |
| I' m not the perfect one | |
| Pointing at my head I hold a loaded gun | |
| Looking at your face really makes me sick | |
| Ready to destroy you like a bomb I tick |
| zuò qǔ : Acrophet | |
| I am held captive | |
| In a frozen state of mind | |
| You dropped me off a cliff | |
| How could you be so blind | |
| I sit here in my room | |
| And watch the day go by | |
| Your pretty little face makes me wonder why | |
| Put me in jail and throw away the key | |
| Considered a delinquent of our society | |
| Falling into the hands of poverty | |
| In a padded room | |
| I' m rotting mentally | |
| I' m a crime for living in a grown up race | |
| All the lame people I have to face | |
| Maybe I' ll survive before they drop the bomb | |
| Or will the world become vietnam | |
| Excuse me for living | |
| I' m not the perfect one | |
| Pointing at my head I hold a loaded gun | |
| Looking at your face really makes me sick | |
| Ready to destroy you like a bomb I tick |