| Song | Anti-city Strategy |
| Artist | Solefald |
| Album | Pills Against The Ageless Ills |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cornelius | |
| [C:] For the torso begging on | |
| Colaba Causeway | |
| For the green-eyed girl on the street in | |
| Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi | |
| The bitter reality is far from sexy [L:] | |
| Choose the grave of the classes | |
| Choose another guide | |
| Than the old god who committed suicide | |
| Am the fire that blew up | |
| Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished | |
| Sodoma [C:] | |
| Choose the grave of the classes | |
| Choose another guide | |
| Than the old god who committed suicide | |
| Am the fire that blew up | |
| Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished | |
| Sodoma The blood that gleams on the butcher's knife | |
| Am filtering | |
| Ray-Ban philosophy of life | |
| May my bombs smash | |
| The City of | |
| No Pity Kings and generals have never been pretty | |
| Am the child's brown teeth | |
| The ribs that broke | |
| The billion lives that never spoke | |
| Broadcast the crucifixion of the poor | |
| Wake the human beings and arm them for war | |
| The Third | |
| World War rages below their feet | |
| Information works for their defeat | |
| Before my fur suits the somber ladies | |
| Before my wolf soul belongs to | |
| Hades Bring wind to the forest of the crosses | |
| Comfort the people who suffered the losses | |
| Stop the media murders | |
| Rumour after rumour | |
| Kill the weak | |
| Say it's postmodern humour [L:] | |
| Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies | |
| One word for every hope that dies | |
| The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die | |
| Roll their marble staircase on people that cry [C:] | |
| Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies | |
| One word for every hope that dies | |
| The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die | |
| Roll their marble staircase on people that cry | |
| Hand out the pills, pass the chalice | |
| Let us die to give the animals some peace | |
| Together for the first time let us drink | |
| Extinguish everything or what do you think |
| zuo qu : Cornelius | |
| C: For the torso begging on | |
| Colaba Causeway | |
| For the greeneyed girl on the street in | |
| Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi | |
| The bitter reality is far from sexy L: | |
| Choose the grave of the classes | |
| Choose another guide | |
| Than the old god who committed suicide | |
| Am the fire that blew up | |
| Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished | |
| Sodoma C: | |
| Choose the grave of the classes | |
| Choose another guide | |
| Than the old god who committed suicide | |
| Am the fire that blew up | |
| Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished | |
| Sodoma The blood that gleams on the butcher' s knife | |
| Am filtering | |
| RayBan philosophy of life | |
| May my bombs smash | |
| The City of | |
| No Pity Kings and generals have never been pretty | |
| Am the child' s brown teeth | |
| The ribs that broke | |
| The billion lives that never spoke | |
| Broadcast the crucifixion of the poor | |
| Wake the human beings and arm them for war | |
| The Third | |
| World War rages below their feet | |
| Information works for their defeat | |
| Before my fur suits the somber ladies | |
| Before my wolf soul belongs to | |
| Hades Bring wind to the forest of the crosses | |
| Comfort the people who suffered the losses | |
| Stop the media murders | |
| Rumour after rumour | |
| Kill the weak | |
| Say it' s postmodern humour L: | |
| Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies | |
| One word for every hope that dies | |
| The bloodstained brokers die as vampires die | |
| Roll their marble staircase on people that cry C: | |
| Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies | |
| One word for every hope that dies | |
| The bloodstained brokers die as vampires die | |
| Roll their marble staircase on people that cry | |
| Hand out the pills, pass the chalice | |
| Let us die to give the animals some peace | |
| Together for the first time let us drink | |
| Extinguish everything or what do you think |
| zuò qǔ : Cornelius | |
| C: For the torso begging on | |
| Colaba Causeway | |
| For the greeneyed girl on the street in | |
| Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi | |
| The bitter reality is far from sexy L: | |
| Choose the grave of the classes | |
| Choose another guide | |
| Than the old god who committed suicide | |
| Am the fire that blew up | |
| Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished | |
| Sodoma C: | |
| Choose the grave of the classes | |
| Choose another guide | |
| Than the old god who committed suicide | |
| Am the fire that blew up | |
| Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished | |
| Sodoma The blood that gleams on the butcher' s knife | |
| Am filtering | |
| RayBan philosophy of life | |
| May my bombs smash | |
| The City of | |
| No Pity Kings and generals have never been pretty | |
| Am the child' s brown teeth | |
| The ribs that broke | |
| The billion lives that never spoke | |
| Broadcast the crucifixion of the poor | |
| Wake the human beings and arm them for war | |
| The Third | |
| World War rages below their feet | |
| Information works for their defeat | |
| Before my fur suits the somber ladies | |
| Before my wolf soul belongs to | |
| Hades Bring wind to the forest of the crosses | |
| Comfort the people who suffered the losses | |
| Stop the media murders | |
| Rumour after rumour | |
| Kill the weak | |
| Say it' s postmodern humour L: | |
| Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies | |
| One word for every hope that dies | |
| The bloodstained brokers die as vampires die | |
| Roll their marble staircase on people that cry C: | |
| Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies | |
| One word for every hope that dies | |
| The bloodstained brokers die as vampires die | |
| Roll their marble staircase on people that cry | |
| Hand out the pills, pass the chalice | |
| Let us die to give the animals some peace | |
| Together for the first time let us drink | |
| Extinguish everything or what do you think |