| Song | Subject To the Ladder |
| Artist | Broadcast |
| Album | Tender Buttons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : James, Trish | |
| I'm not pygmalion | |
| Hooked by failure | |
| Ruled as a juvenile | |
| Aged as an infantile | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Ruined by affection | |
| Excepted by exception | |
| Predicted on a graph | |
| Cornered by ritual | |
| Diminished by impression | |
| Cried out in the lesson | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full on feeling | |
| In the silence of the room | |
| Defended by defendants | |
| Corrected by the pain | |
| Inspected by a sadness | |
| Exhausted by a game | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full of feeling | |
| The silence of the room | |
| A picture turning over | |
| Jewel in the water | |
| Where eco saw reflection | |
| Not what it taught her | |
| Invaded by the quarrels | |
| And I denied the lathe | |
| Let me chop down the laurel | |
| A goal I won't escape | |
| In bullied deception | |
| But when the whistle came | |
| Esteem had broke infection | |
| My torment faught with shame | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full of feeling | |
| The silence of the room | |
| Subject to the ladder |
| zuo ci : James, Trish | |
| I' m not pygmalion | |
| Hooked by failure | |
| Ruled as a juvenile | |
| Aged as an infantile | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Ruined by affection | |
| Excepted by exception | |
| Predicted on a graph | |
| Cornered by ritual | |
| Diminished by impression | |
| Cried out in the lesson | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full on feeling | |
| In the silence of the room | |
| Defended by defendants | |
| Corrected by the pain | |
| Inspected by a sadness | |
| Exhausted by a game | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full of feeling | |
| The silence of the room | |
| A picture turning over | |
| Jewel in the water | |
| Where eco saw reflection | |
| Not what it taught her | |
| Invaded by the quarrels | |
| And I denied the lathe | |
| Let me chop down the laurel | |
| A goal I won' t escape | |
| In bullied deception | |
| But when the whistle came | |
| Esteem had broke infection | |
| My torment faught with shame | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full of feeling | |
| The silence of the room | |
| Subject to the ladder |
| zuò cí : James, Trish | |
| I' m not pygmalion | |
| Hooked by failure | |
| Ruled as a juvenile | |
| Aged as an infantile | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Ruined by affection | |
| Excepted by exception | |
| Predicted on a graph | |
| Cornered by ritual | |
| Diminished by impression | |
| Cried out in the lesson | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full on feeling | |
| In the silence of the room | |
| Defended by defendants | |
| Corrected by the pain | |
| Inspected by a sadness | |
| Exhausted by a game | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full of feeling | |
| The silence of the room | |
| A picture turning over | |
| Jewel in the water | |
| Where eco saw reflection | |
| Not what it taught her | |
| Invaded by the quarrels | |
| And I denied the lathe | |
| Let me chop down the laurel | |
| A goal I won' t escape | |
| In bullied deception | |
| But when the whistle came | |
| Esteem had broke infection | |
| My torment faught with shame | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| Subject to the ladder | |
| My thoughts are coming through | |
| Emptiness follows too | |
| A cyclone full of feeling | |
| The silence of the room | |
| Subject to the ladder |