| Song | Kick Snare Hi Hat |
| Artist | ShinSight Trio |
| Album | Shallow Nights Blurry Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Taoka, Todman, Yoshihara | |
| I double click ears with lips and wise cracks. | |
| Who picks a pioneer who's fellowship implies whacked? | |
| Skipp to the stairs. Rhetorics attract. One trick | |
| is the snare, kick and high hat. | |
| Politics, bear, lunatics, climax | |
| Acoustics for ears. Be slick, a fly trap. | |
| Quick prepared candle sticks you stack | |
| The apocalypse is here. Be slick, the skies black. | |
| Sickness in the air. The mist attracts as I list | |
| the facts in back, broken wrists are wrapped. | |
| Six volunteers equipped deny maps swiftly | |
| disappear. Kick snare and high hat appear | |
| right there. Drum sticks click clack. | |
| Unzipping hemispheres, warships are high jacked | |
| Lyrics severe battleships attacked on a | |
| trip through my frontier, acoustic plaque |
| zuo qu : Taoka, Todman, Yoshihara | |
| I double click ears with lips and wise cracks. | |
| Who picks a pioneer who' s fellowship implies whacked? | |
| Skipp to the stairs. Rhetorics attract. One trick | |
| is the snare, kick and high hat. | |
| Politics, bear, lunatics, climax | |
| Acoustics for ears. Be slick, a fly trap. | |
| Quick prepared candle sticks you stack | |
| The apocalypse is here. Be slick, the skies black. | |
| Sickness in the air. The mist attracts as I list | |
| the facts in back, broken wrists are wrapped. | |
| Six volunteers equipped deny maps swiftly | |
| disappear. Kick snare and high hat appear | |
| right there. Drum sticks click clack. | |
| Unzipping hemispheres, warships are high jacked | |
| Lyrics severe battleships attacked on a | |
| trip through my frontier, acoustic plaque |
| zuò qǔ : Taoka, Todman, Yoshihara | |
| I double click ears with lips and wise cracks. | |
| Who picks a pioneer who' s fellowship implies whacked? | |
| Skipp to the stairs. Rhetorics attract. One trick | |
| is the snare, kick and high hat. | |
| Politics, bear, lunatics, climax | |
| Acoustics for ears. Be slick, a fly trap. | |
| Quick prepared candle sticks you stack | |
| The apocalypse is here. Be slick, the skies black. | |
| Sickness in the air. The mist attracts as I list | |
| the facts in back, broken wrists are wrapped. | |
| Six volunteers equipped deny maps swiftly | |
| disappear. Kick snare and high hat appear | |
| right there. Drum sticks click clack. | |
| Unzipping hemispheres, warships are high jacked | |
| Lyrics severe battleships attacked on a | |
| trip through my frontier, acoustic plaque |