| Song | Flick It On |
| Artist | Invocator |
| Album | Through the Flesh to the Soul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Invocator | |
| The second before jumping | |
| The final weight on the trigger | |
| It's the imp of the perverse | |
| The moment before leaving | |
| I was on my way | |
| All strings were gone | |
| I saw you there... didn't speak | |
| I saw you there | |
| So come on | |
| Flick it on, flick it off | |
| The inner switch | |
| The ill switch | |
| The killswitch | |
| Flick it on, flick it off | |
| The rush in red | |
| Pushing, deafening | |
| Don't try to reach what you can't grab | |
| Don't try to hold what you can't trap | |
| Just before leaving you | |
| A little before dying | |
| I heard somebody silently laugh | |
| Near the bed where | |
| I was lying | |
| So come on... | |
| Don't try to hold what you can't grab! [solo] | |
| So come on... |
| zuo qu : Invocator | |
| The second before jumping | |
| The final weight on the trigger | |
| It' s the imp of the perverse | |
| The moment before leaving | |
| I was on my way | |
| All strings were gone | |
| I saw you there... didn' t speak | |
| I saw you there | |
| So come on | |
| Flick it on, flick it off | |
| The inner switch | |
| The ill switch | |
| The killswitch | |
| Flick it on, flick it off | |
| The rush in red | |
| Pushing, deafening | |
| Don' t try to reach what you can' t grab | |
| Don' t try to hold what you can' t trap | |
| Just before leaving you | |
| A little before dying | |
| I heard somebody silently laugh | |
| Near the bed where | |
| I was lying | |
| So come on... | |
| Don' t try to hold what you can' t grab! solo | |
| So come on... |
| zuò qǔ : Invocator | |
| The second before jumping | |
| The final weight on the trigger | |
| It' s the imp of the perverse | |
| The moment before leaving | |
| I was on my way | |
| All strings were gone | |
| I saw you there... didn' t speak | |
| I saw you there | |
| So come on | |
| Flick it on, flick it off | |
| The inner switch | |
| The ill switch | |
| The killswitch | |
| Flick it on, flick it off | |
| The rush in red | |
| Pushing, deafening | |
| Don' t try to reach what you can' t grab | |
| Don' t try to hold what you can' t trap | |
| Just before leaving you | |
| A little before dying | |
| I heard somebody silently laugh | |
| Near the bed where | |
| I was lying | |
| So come on... | |
| Don' t try to hold what you can' t grab! solo | |
| So come on... |