| Song | Life Keeps Bleeding |
| Artist | Pain Confessor |
| Album | Fearrage |
| 作曲 : Pain Confessor, Wesleyer | |
| I have challenged | |
| All the nameless fears, lost within the cause | |
| In my darkest place | |
| I have born and died, risen above all ashes | |
| Yesterday's mistake | |
| Nevertheless casualties, victims of coincidence | |
| Please make me an honest man | |
| Choose my weapons, choose my fate | |
| Lose my shadows, burn my hate | |
| Yesterday's mistake | |
| Nevertheless casualties, victims of coincidence | |
| I must survive this ordeal | |
| Since only the dead see the end of dying | |
| And life keeps bleeding thru' ageless wounds... | |
| ...of joy and despair... bleeding on and on | |
| What I can't see | |
| Mind can't make it real | |
| At last I see my soul bleed | |
| When the deed is done | |
| When the smoke has gone | |
| I stand my ground proud and tall | |
| I must survive this ordeal | |
| Since only the dead see the end of dying | |
| And life keeps bleeding thru' ageless wounds... | |
| ...of joy and despair... bleeding on and on |
| zuò qǔ : Pain Confessor, Wesleyer | |
| I have challenged | |
| All the nameless fears, lost within the cause | |
| In my darkest place | |
| I have born and died, risen above all ashes | |
| Yesterday' s mistake | |
| Nevertheless casualties, victims of coincidence | |
| Please make me an honest man | |
| Choose my weapons, choose my fate | |
| Lose my shadows, burn my hate | |
| Yesterday' s mistake | |
| Nevertheless casualties, victims of coincidence | |
| I must survive this ordeal | |
| Since only the dead see the end of dying | |
| And life keeps bleeding thru' ageless wounds... | |
| ... of joy and despair... bleeding on and on | |
| What I can' t see | |
| Mind can' t make it real | |
| At last I see my soul bleed | |
| When the deed is done | |
| When the smoke has gone | |
| I stand my ground proud and tall | |
| I must survive this ordeal | |
| Since only the dead see the end of dying | |
| And life keeps bleeding thru' ageless wounds... | |
| ... of joy and despair... bleeding on and on |