| Song | Running with Scissors |
| Artist | Rhi |
| Album | The Pale Queen |
| 作词 : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
| 作曲 : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
| It was the middle of the winter | |
| Snowfall like confetti | |
| I was covered in a layer of glitter | |
| Fallen angel, buried | |
| Iʼd smoke so many cigarettes | |
| Wash ‘em down with wine or whisky | |
| Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
| Itʼs black and white | |
| Iʼm colourblind | |
| I take the bl.me | |
| Running with scissors | |
| Cut myself again | |
| No shit doc | |
| Iʼm addicted to the pain | |
| Testing limits | |
| Stoking the flame | |
| It was a loss of power | |
| My bones started rattling | |
| An impression on a bed of powder | |
| In the shape of my body | |
| Iʼd keep so many secrets | |
| Lie and smile, sweetly | |
| Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
| Itʼs black and white | |
| Iʼm dying | |
| I take the blame | |
| Running with scissors | |
| Cut myself again | |
| No shit doc | |
| Iʼm addicted to the pain | |
| Testing limits | |
| Stoking the fl.me | |
| I knew Iʼd one day try to fly | |
| Spread my arms like wings to glide | |
| Fall forward from somewhere up high and | |
| Let the air decide | |
| It might be suicide |
| zuò cí : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
| zuò qǔ : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
| It was the middle of the winter | |
| Snowfall like confetti | |
| I was covered in a layer of glitter | |
| Fallen angel, buried | |
| I d smoke so many cigarettes | |
| Wash ' em down with wine or whisky | |
| Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
| It s black and white | |
| I m colourblind | |
| I take the bl. me | |
| Running with scissors | |
| Cut myself again | |
| No shit doc | |
| I m addicted to the pain | |
| Testing limits | |
| Stoking the flame | |
| It was a loss of power | |
| My bones started rattling | |
| An impression on a bed of powder | |
| In the shape of my body | |
| I d keep so many secrets | |
| Lie and smile, sweetly | |
| Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
| It s black and white | |
| I m dying | |
| I take the blame | |
| Running with scissors | |
| Cut myself again | |
| No shit doc | |
| I m addicted to the pain | |
| Testing limits | |
| Stoking the fl. me | |
| I knew I d one day try to fly | |
| Spread my arms like wings to glide | |
| Fall forward from somewhere up high and | |
| Let the air decide | |
| It might be suicide |