| Song | Still Life |
| Artist | Thieves Like Us |
| Album | Bleed Bleed Bleed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I met an animal | |
| He cheats | |
| A brutal creature | |
| Moves just like a man | |
| He smiles | |
| And is dressed in white and gold | |
| The colour of the sweets | |
| That dreams are made of Gold | |
| The colour of | |
| Deceits that take my life | |
| First they blind you | |
| Then they tell you who you are | |
| You’re empty | |
| Dreams are all you’re left with | |
| In the middle of the afternoon | |
| We’re walking dead our eyes are open | |
| Things we will do better | |
| And on and on we shape the ground | |
| And hope our love will grow | |
| Things we will deliver | |
| As we’re serving this phenomenon | |
| I wonder how to fit into it | |
| Things we will do better | |
| And on and on we shake the bomb | |
| Until the system goes | |
| Things we will deliver |
| I met an animal | |
| He cheats | |
| A brutal creature | |
| Moves just like a man | |
| He smiles | |
| And is dressed in white and gold | |
| The colour of the sweets | |
| That dreams are made of Gold | |
| The colour of | |
| Deceits that take my life | |
| First they blind you | |
| Then they tell you who you are | |
| You' re empty | |
| Dreams are all you' re left with | |
| In the middle of the afternoon | |
| We' re walking dead our eyes are open | |
| Things we will do better | |
| And on and on we shape the ground | |
| And hope our love will grow | |
| Things we will deliver | |
| As we' re serving this phenomenon | |
| I wonder how to fit into it | |
| Things we will do better | |
| And on and on we shake the bomb | |
| Until the system goes | |
| Things we will deliver |
| I met an animal | |
| He cheats | |
| A brutal creature | |
| Moves just like a man | |
| He smiles | |
| And is dressed in white and gold | |
| The colour of the sweets | |
| That dreams are made of Gold | |
| The colour of | |
| Deceits that take my life | |
| First they blind you | |
| Then they tell you who you are | |
| You' re empty | |
| Dreams are all you' re left with | |
| In the middle of the afternoon | |
| We' re walking dead our eyes are open | |
| Things we will do better | |
| And on and on we shape the ground | |
| And hope our love will grow | |
| Things we will deliver | |
| As we' re serving this phenomenon | |
| I wonder how to fit into it | |
| Things we will do better | |
| And on and on we shake the bomb | |
| Until the system goes | |
| Things we will deliver |