| Song | Ravenous, Ravenous Rhinos |
| Artist | I Set My Friends on Fire |
| Album | You Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laughter |
| 作曲 : Mihana, Moo | |
| WHAT THE ****!! | |
| Are we playing | |
| Periodic verberations of our gaseous mediums | |
| Yes I like sequences and repitions | |
| But where the hell did you come from | |
| Auditory communications incorporated by | |
| The danfangled contraptions | |
| But I hope we aren't talking | |
| 'Bout your pointless bitching | |
| If I had a rocket launcher | |
| No Wait | |
| Breathe Still | |
| Calm Down | |
| This is not what this is about | |
| Is it capable | |
| Of being copied | |
| To another individuals memory | |
| Is this noise supposed to be a secret | |
| A secret? | |
| I want the meaning you asshole | |
| Real evolutionary, evidentry backup | |
| Float the thesis | |
| Provided the thesis | |
| Reached the thesis | |
| Will they sing it to others | |
| Create, Cognize, and Recognize | |
| If music was a woman | |
| I'd have a reason to sing | |
| No my darling, | |
| If music was a woman | |
| You'd just be a fling | |
| You'd just be a fling | |
| You'd just be a fling |
| zuò qǔ : Mihana, Moo | |
| WHAT THE !! | |
| Are we playing | |
| Periodic verberations of our gaseous mediums | |
| Yes I like sequences and repitions | |
| But where the hell did you come from | |
| Auditory communications incorporated by | |
| The danfangled contraptions | |
| But I hope we aren' t talking | |
| ' Bout your pointless bitching | |
| If I had a rocket launcher | |
| No Wait | |
| Breathe Still | |
| Calm Down | |
| This is not what this is about | |
| Is it capable | |
| Of being copied | |
| To another individuals memory | |
| Is this noise supposed to be a secret | |
| A secret? | |
| I want the meaning you asshole | |
| Real evolutionary, evidentry backup | |
| Float the thesis | |
| Provided the thesis | |
| Reached the thesis | |
| Will they sing it to others | |
| Create, Cognize, and Recognize | |
| If music was a woman | |
| I' d have a reason to sing | |
| No my darling, | |
| If music was a woman | |
| You' d just be a fling | |
| You' d just be a fling | |
| You' d just be a fling |