| Song | Dead Code |
| Artist | Born from Pain |
| Album | In Love With The End |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Franssen, VanNeerven | |
| Life has bled my senses | |
| Ripped up the peace inside | |
| I touch the coming darkness | |
| Wounds gasping open wide | |
| Too real to close the case | |
| The drone goes on and on | |
| Heralding the end | |
| But I hold out to save myself | |
| The code seems dead inside | |
| Watching my every step | |
| Alone I fight tonight | |
| Seconds flashing by | |
| Now insight's making way | |
| As minutes waste it self | |
| On hours... Of these days | |
| The code seems dead inside | |
| Watching my every step | |
| Alone I fight tonight | |
| Prepare to face it, prepare to fight | |
| Nothing's that blissful can be constant in our life | |
| Nothing is sacred, nothing is safe | |
| Things that make us stronger can just crush us any day |
| zuo qu : Franssen, VanNeerven | |
| Life has bled my senses | |
| Ripped up the peace inside | |
| I touch the coming darkness | |
| Wounds gasping open wide | |
| Too real to close the case | |
| The drone goes on and on | |
| Heralding the end | |
| But I hold out to save myself | |
| The code seems dead inside | |
| Watching my every step | |
| Alone I fight tonight | |
| Seconds flashing by | |
| Now insight' s making way | |
| As minutes waste it self | |
| On hours... Of these days | |
| The code seems dead inside | |
| Watching my every step | |
| Alone I fight tonight | |
| Prepare to face it, prepare to fight | |
| Nothing' s that blissful can be constant in our life | |
| Nothing is sacred, nothing is safe | |
| Things that make us stronger can just crush us any day |
| zuò qǔ : Franssen, VanNeerven | |
| Life has bled my senses | |
| Ripped up the peace inside | |
| I touch the coming darkness | |
| Wounds gasping open wide | |
| Too real to close the case | |
| The drone goes on and on | |
| Heralding the end | |
| But I hold out to save myself | |
| The code seems dead inside | |
| Watching my every step | |
| Alone I fight tonight | |
| Seconds flashing by | |
| Now insight' s making way | |
| As minutes waste it self | |
| On hours... Of these days | |
| The code seems dead inside | |
| Watching my every step | |
| Alone I fight tonight | |
| Prepare to face it, prepare to fight | |
| Nothing' s that blissful can be constant in our life | |
| Nothing is sacred, nothing is safe | |
| Things that make us stronger can just crush us any day |