| Song | Vagrant Stomp - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Orange Goblin |
| Album | Healing Through Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Imagination is the curse of every liar | |
| Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire | |
| And everyone will say you're crazy | |
| Spending all your time being oh so lazy | |
| Corruption is the plane to take you higher | |
| Medication is the key to hallucination | |
| The only saving grace we have is amputation | |
| And who decides what we call sinning | |
| Losing everything just to show we're winning | |
| The rising of the poor is the salutation | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| False hope, expires | |
| Bringing the world to its knees | |
| Strychnine desire | |
| Open the wound to release | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| False hope, expires | |
| Bringing the world to its knees | |
| Strychnine desire | |
| Open the wound to release | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| Twisted visions | |
| Burning deep in the back of my head | |
| Tainted dosage | |
| I don't remember what the doctor said | |
| Numbing feeling | |
| Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones | |
| Sleepless dreaming | |
| Never before have | |
| I felt so alone |
| zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Imagination is the curse of every liar | |
| Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire | |
| And everyone will say you' re crazy | |
| Spending all your time being oh so lazy | |
| Corruption is the plane to take you higher | |
| Medication is the key to hallucination | |
| The only saving grace we have is amputation | |
| And who decides what we call sinning | |
| Losing everything just to show we' re winning | |
| The rising of the poor is the salutation | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| False hope, expires | |
| Bringing the world to its knees | |
| Strychnine desire | |
| Open the wound to release | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| False hope, expires | |
| Bringing the world to its knees | |
| Strychnine desire | |
| Open the wound to release | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| Twisted visions | |
| Burning deep in the back of my head | |
| Tainted dosage | |
| I don' t remember what the doctor said | |
| Numbing feeling | |
| Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones | |
| Sleepless dreaming | |
| Never before have | |
| I felt so alone |
| zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Imagination is the curse of every liar | |
| Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire | |
| And everyone will say you' re crazy | |
| Spending all your time being oh so lazy | |
| Corruption is the plane to take you higher | |
| Medication is the key to hallucination | |
| The only saving grace we have is amputation | |
| And who decides what we call sinning | |
| Losing everything just to show we' re winning | |
| The rising of the poor is the salutation | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| False hope, expires | |
| Bringing the world to its knees | |
| Strychnine desire | |
| Open the wound to release | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| False hope, expires | |
| Bringing the world to its knees | |
| Strychnine desire | |
| Open the wound to release | |
| Black hearts, on fire | |
| With terminal spirit disease | |
| Twisted visions | |
| Burning deep in the back of my head | |
| Tainted dosage | |
| I don' t remember what the doctor said | |
| Numbing feeling | |
| Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones | |
| Sleepless dreaming | |
| Never before have | |
| I felt so alone |