| Song | Cardiac Silence |
| Artist | Hot Cross |
| Album | Risk Revival |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
| Slip passed the first way we went about | |
| Deciding the exact moment | |
| When faith became doubt | |
| Killing fields are open again, or so they | |
| Tell me and so they kill me | |
| Each night a new death to celebrate the blood | |
| Violence over silence or so they tell me | |
| But I wouldn't have it the same way you buy and sell me | |
| Slash and slander marks a name in this game | |
| And "it's only letters", she tells me | |
| "Only letters that I've thrown away" | |
| Heart stop motion, cardiac silence | |
| For a handful of notions | |
| Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn | |
| Strangle the hordes yourself | |
| No way I'll feel you and never learn | |
| Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again | |
| Trimmed and tethered all around | |
| The last call to appease you all | |
| We drink from the same glass | |
| A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended | |
| Opportunity to even the score once more extended | |
| Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |
| zuo qu : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
| Slip passed the first way we went about | |
| Deciding the exact moment | |
| When faith became doubt | |
| Killing fields are open again, or so they | |
| Tell me and so they kill me | |
| Each night a new death to celebrate the blood | |
| Violence over silence or so they tell me | |
| But I wouldn' t have it the same way you buy and sell me | |
| Slash and slander marks a name in this game | |
| And " it' s only letters", she tells me | |
| " Only letters that I' ve thrown away" | |
| Heart stop motion, cardiac silence | |
| For a handful of notions | |
| Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn | |
| Strangle the hordes yourself | |
| No way I' ll feel you and never learn | |
| Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again | |
| Trimmed and tethered all around | |
| The last call to appease you all | |
| We drink from the same glass | |
| A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended | |
| Opportunity to even the score once more extended | |
| Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |
| zuò qǔ : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
| Slip passed the first way we went about | |
| Deciding the exact moment | |
| When faith became doubt | |
| Killing fields are open again, or so they | |
| Tell me and so they kill me | |
| Each night a new death to celebrate the blood | |
| Violence over silence or so they tell me | |
| But I wouldn' t have it the same way you buy and sell me | |
| Slash and slander marks a name in this game | |
| And " it' s only letters", she tells me | |
| " Only letters that I' ve thrown away" | |
| Heart stop motion, cardiac silence | |
| For a handful of notions | |
| Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn | |
| Strangle the hordes yourself | |
| No way I' ll feel you and never learn | |
| Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again | |
| Trimmed and tethered all around | |
| The last call to appease you all | |
| We drink from the same glass | |
| A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended | |
| Opportunity to even the score once more extended | |
| Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |