| Song | All I Taste Today Is What's Her Name |
| Artist | From Autumn to Ashes |
| Album | The Fiction We Live |
| 作曲 : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
| The tears suspend | |
| Smiles are not more than empty love | |
| Locked doors can keep you alone | |
| Forever paint words from your lips | |
| In a house that's no longer your home | |
| Take the dreams I know as my own | |
| And it worsens weekends | |
| Thanks again for my misery | |
| And you run with fake friends | |
| I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs | |
| I kind of like it when things are wrong | |
| Straight from left end | |
| They'll shout corrections | |
| And I'll decline and I'll decline | |
| A source of comfort and some protection | |
| And I'll decline | |
| Smiles are not more than empty love | |
| Locked doors can keep you alone | |
| Forever paint words from your lips | |
| In a house that's no longer your home | |
| Take the dreams I know as my own | |
| And it worsens weekends | |
| Thanks again for my misery | |
| And you run with fake friends | |
| Straight from left end | |
| They'll shout corrections | |
| And I'll decline and I'll decline | |
| A source of comfort and some protection | |
| And I'll decline | |
| In your throat you will see | |
| Surface relocated therapy | |
| All I taste today | |
| Is the shame of my whore prey | |
| All I know is apologies | |
| Do you feel the shame |
| zuò qǔ : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
| The tears suspend | |
| Smiles are not more than empty love | |
| Locked doors can keep you alone | |
| Forever paint words from your lips | |
| In a house that' s no longer your home | |
| Take the dreams I know as my own | |
| And it worsens weekends | |
| Thanks again for my misery | |
| And you run with fake friends | |
| I' m sick of your sad songs and sing alongs | |
| I kind of like it when things are wrong | |
| Straight from left end | |
| They' ll shout corrections | |
| And I' ll decline and I' ll decline | |
| A source of comfort and some protection | |
| And I' ll decline | |
| Smiles are not more than empty love | |
| Locked doors can keep you alone | |
| Forever paint words from your lips | |
| In a house that' s no longer your home | |
| Take the dreams I know as my own | |
| And it worsens weekends | |
| Thanks again for my misery | |
| And you run with fake friends | |
| Straight from left end | |
| They' ll shout corrections | |
| And I' ll decline and I' ll decline | |
| A source of comfort and some protection | |
| And I' ll decline | |
| In your throat you will see | |
| Surface relocated therapy | |
| All I taste today | |
| Is the shame of my whore prey | |
| All I know is apologies | |
| Do you feel the shame |