| Song | Inside the Termite Mound |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | Extremities, Dirt & Various Repressed Emotions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
| By day we're dormant | |
| Because it's too hot outside now | |
| Nocturnal notions (as we leave or cocoons) | |
| Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations | |
| Shading the cities of the world to come | |
| I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
| Inside the termite mound | |
| I walked past the nursery | |
| All the children have gone now | |
| (The rules we taught them are what they've become) | |
| Move past the people (they make me feel so indifferent) | |
| Serving their purpose | |
| It's their purpose to serve | |
| A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth | |
| These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire | |
| Bars and bazaars of self-gratification | |
| Live to consume | |
| Live for momentary pleasures | |
| I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
| Inside the termite mound. |
| zuo ci : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
| By day we' re dormant | |
| Because it' s too hot outside now | |
| Nocturnal notions as we leave or cocoons | |
| Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations | |
| Shading the cities of the world to come | |
| I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
| Inside the termite mound | |
| I walked past the nursery | |
| All the children have gone now | |
| The rules we taught them are what they' ve become | |
| Move past the people they make me feel so indifferent | |
| Serving their purpose | |
| It' s their purpose to serve | |
| A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth | |
| These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire | |
| Bars and bazaars of selfgratification | |
| Live to consume | |
| Live for momentary pleasures | |
| I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
| Inside the termite mound. |
| zuò cí : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
| By day we' re dormant | |
| Because it' s too hot outside now | |
| Nocturnal notions as we leave or cocoons | |
| Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations | |
| Shading the cities of the world to come | |
| I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
| Inside the termite mound | |
| I walked past the nursery | |
| All the children have gone now | |
| The rules we taught them are what they' ve become | |
| Move past the people they make me feel so indifferent | |
| Serving their purpose | |
| It' s their purpose to serve | |
| A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth | |
| These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire | |
| Bars and bazaars of selfgratification | |
| Live to consume | |
| Live for momentary pleasures | |
| I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
| Inside the termite mound. |