| Song | Fast Enough |
| Artist | House of Heroes |
| Album | Say No More |
| 作曲 : Babcock, Rigsby, Skipper | |
| Count backwards from ten, and you'll see the change. | |
| Except in you're heart, it's sadly the same | |
| If you were the | |
| Queen, who would you choose for a king? | |
| Or would you rather be free, or like a dog on a chain? | |
| I'm not so sure all things are as you say. | |
| Nothing's going fast enough tonight. | |
| Nothing's gonna feed your appetite. | |
| All the lights are on, it comforts no one but your silhouette. | |
| Nothings gonna keep you satisfied, though a million boys would love to try. | |
| Build new cages, but the beast rules every corner of your life. | |
| I can see it coming over you. | |
| You've got your eyes on sharpened knives. | |
| You'll turn your friends to alibis. | |
| I can see it, it's inside of you. | |
| I heard it in your voice last night. | |
| You've got your eyes on sharpened knives, and it's cutting your life lines. | |
| Perfect, it'd be perfect, just to forget yourself. | |
| Wretched melodies call you from the deep, when you should be sleeping, | |
| Want becomes a need as you feel the beast; sacrifice your freedom. |
| zuò qǔ : Babcock, Rigsby, Skipper | |
| Count backwards from ten, and you' ll see the change. | |
| Except in you' re heart, it' s sadly the same | |
| If you were the | |
| Queen, who would you choose for a king? | |
| Or would you rather be free, or like a dog on a chain? | |
| I' m not so sure all things are as you say. | |
| Nothing' s going fast enough tonight. | |
| Nothing' s gonna feed your appetite. | |
| All the lights are on, it comforts no one but your silhouette. | |
| Nothings gonna keep you satisfied, though a million boys would love to try. | |
| Build new cages, but the beast rules every corner of your life. | |
| I can see it coming over you. | |
| You' ve got your eyes on sharpened knives. | |
| You' ll turn your friends to alibis. | |
| I can see it, it' s inside of you. | |
| I heard it in your voice last night. | |
| You' ve got your eyes on sharpened knives, and it' s cutting your life lines. | |
| Perfect, it' d be perfect, just to forget yourself. | |
| Wretched melodies call you from the deep, when you should be sleeping, | |
| Want becomes a need as you feel the beast sacrifice your freedom. |