| Song | Fatefully |
| Artist | Hot Cross |
| Album | Risk Revival |
| 作曲 : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
| It seems such a waste to stand still | |
| Remembering time kills us, watching stones. | |
| Mantras repeated, never believed, | |
| Lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived. | |
| We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died. | |
| Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide. | |
| Pull this life apart. | |
| Dissect each piece; | |
| Microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes | |
| We beg to know fall | |
| Warmly among us aglow with knowing. | |
| Fly the fields to avoid the debts | |
| We forget we are owing, | |
| We forget that we are owing. | |
| And I'll steal each breath, sputtered out. | |
| As defiant words stain me, rearrange me. | |
| And stamp me with doubt | |
| **** off, **** off | |
| Because I don't need you. | |
| We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died. | |
| Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide. | |
| You live through our minutes, divided yet shared. | |
| We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared. | |
| Pull this life apart with knowing. |
| zuò qǔ : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
| It seems such a waste to stand still | |
| Remembering time kills us, watching stones. | |
| Mantras repeated, never believed, | |
| Lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived. | |
| We' ll decide amongst ourselves where we' ll hang when we' ve died. | |
| Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide. | |
| Pull this life apart. | |
| Dissect each piece | |
| Microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes | |
| We beg to know fall | |
| Warmly among us aglow with knowing. | |
| Fly the fields to avoid the debts | |
| We forget we are owing, | |
| We forget that we are owing. | |
| And I' ll steal each breath, sputtered out. | |
| As defiant words stain me, rearrange me. | |
| And stamp me with doubt | |
| off, off | |
| Because I don' t need you. | |
| We' ll decide amongst ourselves where we' ll hang when we' ve died. | |
| Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide. | |
| You live through our minutes, divided yet shared. | |
| We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared. | |
| Pull this life apart with knowing. |