| Song | Rattrap |
| Artist | Psychopress |
| Album | The Möbius Strip |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 佘晨扬 | |
| 作曲 : Psychopress | |
| From the outset it is set. | |
| There is always another debt. | |
| The mind's gone numb. | |
| Again I start to succumb. | |
| A weird déjà vu, I've been black-and-blue. | |
| I can't stay aloof, lest I appear uncouth. | |
| In an endeavour to deny the rage, the utopia is my worst phobia: | |
| Showing false fervour, the war has been waged: to figure out the tempting enigma. | |
| Behind bars I have been, while unchained and free, yet not daring to flee. | |
| Our lives are too brief. | |
| Beyond my belief - why does he take no prisoners? | |
| He calls coroners, but they find no scars, and he says, ‘That's bizarre....’ | |
| Can it be that he is only imagined? | |
| No, it can't be! | |
| I have to query what seems perceptibly genuine. | |
| But I can see, this morbid frenzy's driving me crazy! | |
| Once more, should I step towards the light? |
| zuo ci : she chen yang | |
| zuo qu : Psychopress | |
| From the outset it is set. | |
| There is always another debt. | |
| The mind' s gone numb. | |
| Again I start to succumb. | |
| A weird de ja vu, I' ve been blackandblue. | |
| I can' t stay aloof, lest I appear uncouth. | |
| In an endeavour to deny the rage, the utopia is my worst phobia: | |
| Showing false fervour, the war has been waged: to figure out the tempting enigma. | |
| Behind bars I have been, while unchained and free, yet not daring to flee. | |
| Our lives are too brief. | |
| Beyond my belief why does he take no prisoners? | |
| He calls coroners, but they find no scars, and he says, ' That' s bizarre....' | |
| Can it be that he is only imagined? | |
| No, it can' t be! | |
| I have to query what seems perceptibly genuine. | |
| But I can see, this morbid frenzy' s driving me crazy! | |
| Once more, should I step towards the light? |
| zuò cí : shé chén yáng | |
| zuò qǔ : Psychopress | |
| From the outset it is set. | |
| There is always another debt. | |
| The mind' s gone numb. | |
| Again I start to succumb. | |
| A weird dé jà vu, I' ve been blackandblue. | |
| I can' t stay aloof, lest I appear uncouth. | |
| In an endeavour to deny the rage, the utopia is my worst phobia: | |
| Showing false fervour, the war has been waged: to figure out the tempting enigma. | |
| Behind bars I have been, while unchained and free, yet not daring to flee. | |
| Our lives are too brief. | |
| Beyond my belief why does he take no prisoners? | |
| He calls coroners, but they find no scars, and he says, ' That' s bizarre....' | |
| Can it be that he is only imagined? | |
| No, it can' t be! | |
| I have to query what seems perceptibly genuine. | |
| But I can see, this morbid frenzy' s driving me crazy! | |
| Once more, should I step towards the light? |