| Song | Bullet Proof Skin |
| Artist | Institute |
| Album | Distort Yourself |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Photek, Rossdale | |
| Cool to disappear but | |
| I missed you most days | |
| An army of tattooed angels | |
| Have brought me back today | |
| I'm a waster boy | |
| anti-masterplan | |
| Been stuck inside this lonely room again | |
| You get paranoid | |
| see vultures circling | |
| one slip then down comes the final curtain | |
| Until, you come, into your soul again | |
| We'll be the worst of best friends | |
| Doesn't feel like Christmas in Hollywood | |
| Doesn't feel like we're ever going to make it home | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You're so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| So don't burn baby burn baby burn | |
| It's a waste of joy | |
| I can hardly stand | |
| Been looking for the ramp for my escape | |
| I love animals, so close to perfect | |
| They're the only ones who seem to know their heart | |
| Doesn't feel like Christmas in Hollywood | |
| Doesn't feel like we could ever come undone | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You're so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| Bullet-proof skin to keep you alive | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| So don't burn baby burn baby burn | |
| I can't hold you, I can't hold you, I can't hold you | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you... | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You're so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| Bullet-proof skin to keep you alive | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| So don't burn baby burn baby burn | |
| I can't hold you, I can't hold you | |
| I can't hold you, I can't hold you |
| zuo qu : Photek, Rossdale | |
| Cool to disappear but | |
| I missed you most days | |
| An army of tattooed angels | |
| Have brought me back today | |
| I' m a waster boy | |
| antimasterplan | |
| Been stuck inside this lonely room again | |
| You get paranoid | |
| see vultures circling | |
| one slip then down comes the final curtain | |
| Until, you come, into your soul again | |
| We' ll be the worst of best friends | |
| Doesn' t feel like Christmas in Hollywood | |
| Doesn' t feel like we' re ever going to make it home | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You' re so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| So don' t burn baby burn baby burn | |
| It' s a waste of joy | |
| I can hardly stand | |
| Been looking for the ramp for my escape | |
| I love animals, so close to perfect | |
| They' re the only ones who seem to know their heart | |
| Doesn' t feel like Christmas in Hollywood | |
| Doesn' t feel like we could ever come undone | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You' re so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| Bulletproof skin to keep you alive | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| So don' t burn baby burn baby burn | |
| I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you... | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You' re so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| Bulletproof skin to keep you alive | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| So don' t burn baby burn baby burn | |
| I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you | |
| I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you |
| zuò qǔ : Photek, Rossdale | |
| Cool to disappear but | |
| I missed you most days | |
| An army of tattooed angels | |
| Have brought me back today | |
| I' m a waster boy | |
| antimasterplan | |
| Been stuck inside this lonely room again | |
| You get paranoid | |
| see vultures circling | |
| one slip then down comes the final curtain | |
| Until, you come, into your soul again | |
| We' ll be the worst of best friends | |
| Doesn' t feel like Christmas in Hollywood | |
| Doesn' t feel like we' re ever going to make it home | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You' re so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| So don' t burn baby burn baby burn | |
| It' s a waste of joy | |
| I can hardly stand | |
| Been looking for the ramp for my escape | |
| I love animals, so close to perfect | |
| They' re the only ones who seem to know their heart | |
| Doesn' t feel like Christmas in Hollywood | |
| Doesn' t feel like we could ever come undone | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You' re so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| Bulletproof skin to keep you alive | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| So don' t burn baby burn baby burn | |
| I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you is to never love again | |
| To lose you... | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| Heart in a cage | |
| You' re so full of desire | |
| You need, fast hands | |
| To deal with all the liars | |
| Bulletproof skin to keep you alive | |
| Burn, baby burn | |
| Strung out on a wire | |
| So don' t burn baby burn baby burn | |
| I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you | |
| I can' t hold you, I can' t hold you |