| Song | Suicide Rebellion |
| Artist | Benediction |
| Album | Organised Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brookes | |
| Scale the walls of hopelessness | |
| Lungs breath blackened tar | |
| Abusive instinct takes control | |
| No more hope left under darkened star | |
| Staring down a bottomless pit | |
| No escape, no way out | |
| The only way through is down | |
| Cannot speak, cannot move | |
| Inarticulate, we drown | |
| Failure's asexual breed | |
| Life of swine become disease | |
| Better and twisted inside | |
| Worship my god of fear | |
| Face the facts, everything dies in the end | |
| Always brave on the outside | |
| Smiling in the face of despair | |
| Blood courses through constricted veins | |
| Silent screams, gasping for air | |
| Burning blade enters prepared skin | |
| Crimson life flows from within | |
| Welcoming releasing blood | |
| Rivers deep to the desperate sea | |
| Flow... Yet choices made are not reversed | |
| Persistence in the face of nothingness | |
| Courage to endure despair | |
| Survive, revenge, redress | |
| Floods of blood wash nothing clean | |
| Begin within on the path to redeem | |
| Locking back at a beleaguered past | |
| Something inside changed | |
| So much time ahead | |
| So much that can be done | |
| Speaking words in unknown tongues | |
| Presaging armageddon's son | |
| Pressure building up inside | |
| Something has no give | |
| Vanquish all fear, nowhere to hide | |
| Become the master, choose to live | |
| I choose to damn well live! | |
| Never more to be trodden down | |
| Before noone to kneel | |
| Heart, once frozen, trapped in ice | |
| Now boiling molten steel! | |
| Highest self to vindicate | |
| All cause of doubt to eradicate | |
| Seize control, force mental state | |
| Seconds counting down to detonate | |
| Return to those who would oppress | |
| The way of advance lies through regress | |
| Old enemies made to feel violent caress | |
| Pay it all back with interest | |
| At last, it seems, a return to peace | |
| Destructive urges finally cease | |
| There's still anger, but now it's part of me | |
| I'll never die so easily! |
| zuo ci : Brookes | |
| Scale the walls of hopelessness | |
| Lungs breath blackened tar | |
| Abusive instinct takes control | |
| No more hope left under darkened star | |
| Staring down a bottomless pit | |
| No escape, no way out | |
| The only way through is down | |
| Cannot speak, cannot move | |
| Inarticulate, we drown | |
| Failure' s asexual breed | |
| Life of swine become disease | |
| Better and twisted inside | |
| Worship my god of fear | |
| Face the facts, everything dies in the end | |
| Always brave on the outside | |
| Smiling in the face of despair | |
| Blood courses through constricted veins | |
| Silent screams, gasping for air | |
| Burning blade enters prepared skin | |
| Crimson life flows from within | |
| Welcoming releasing blood | |
| Rivers deep to the desperate sea | |
| Flow... Yet choices made are not reversed | |
| Persistence in the face of nothingness | |
| Courage to endure despair | |
| Survive, revenge, redress | |
| Floods of blood wash nothing clean | |
| Begin within on the path to redeem | |
| Locking back at a beleaguered past | |
| Something inside changed | |
| So much time ahead | |
| So much that can be done | |
| Speaking words in unknown tongues | |
| Presaging armageddon' s son | |
| Pressure building up inside | |
| Something has no give | |
| Vanquish all fear, nowhere to hide | |
| Become the master, choose to live | |
| I choose to damn well live! | |
| Never more to be trodden down | |
| Before noone to kneel | |
| Heart, once frozen, trapped in ice | |
| Now boiling molten steel! | |
| Highest self to vindicate | |
| All cause of doubt to eradicate | |
| Seize control, force mental state | |
| Seconds counting down to detonate | |
| Return to those who would oppress | |
| The way of advance lies through regress | |
| Old enemies made to feel violent caress | |
| Pay it all back with interest | |
| At last, it seems, a return to peace | |
| Destructive urges finally cease | |
| There' s still anger, but now it' s part of me | |
| I' ll never die so easily! |
| zuò cí : Brookes | |
| Scale the walls of hopelessness | |
| Lungs breath blackened tar | |
| Abusive instinct takes control | |
| No more hope left under darkened star | |
| Staring down a bottomless pit | |
| No escape, no way out | |
| The only way through is down | |
| Cannot speak, cannot move | |
| Inarticulate, we drown | |
| Failure' s asexual breed | |
| Life of swine become disease | |
| Better and twisted inside | |
| Worship my god of fear | |
| Face the facts, everything dies in the end | |
| Always brave on the outside | |
| Smiling in the face of despair | |
| Blood courses through constricted veins | |
| Silent screams, gasping for air | |
| Burning blade enters prepared skin | |
| Crimson life flows from within | |
| Welcoming releasing blood | |
| Rivers deep to the desperate sea | |
| Flow... Yet choices made are not reversed | |
| Persistence in the face of nothingness | |
| Courage to endure despair | |
| Survive, revenge, redress | |
| Floods of blood wash nothing clean | |
| Begin within on the path to redeem | |
| Locking back at a beleaguered past | |
| Something inside changed | |
| So much time ahead | |
| So much that can be done | |
| Speaking words in unknown tongues | |
| Presaging armageddon' s son | |
| Pressure building up inside | |
| Something has no give | |
| Vanquish all fear, nowhere to hide | |
| Become the master, choose to live | |
| I choose to damn well live! | |
| Never more to be trodden down | |
| Before noone to kneel | |
| Heart, once frozen, trapped in ice | |
| Now boiling molten steel! | |
| Highest self to vindicate | |
| All cause of doubt to eradicate | |
| Seize control, force mental state | |
| Seconds counting down to detonate | |
| Return to those who would oppress | |
| The way of advance lies through regress | |
| Old enemies made to feel violent caress | |
| Pay it all back with interest | |
| At last, it seems, a return to peace | |
| Destructive urges finally cease | |
| There' s still anger, but now it' s part of me | |
| I' ll never die so easily! |