| Song | Phthisis |
| Artist | Sleepytime Gorilla Museum |
| Album | Of Natural History |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bossi, Kihlstedt | |
| The future sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past | |
| It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last | |
| This momentary throne precariously formed from its ashes | |
| It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn | |
| Throw us away like a stack of old paper | |
| Learn not from our scrawls | |
| Close your ears to our rantings and come against us | |
| Flex your hooked claws and sniff | |
| Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds | |
| Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes | |
| Run away from the phthisicky past |
| zuo qu : Bossi, Kihlstedt | |
| The future sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past | |
| It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last | |
| This momentary throne precariously formed from its ashes | |
| It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn | |
| Throw us away like a stack of old paper | |
| Learn not from our scrawls | |
| Close your ears to our rantings and come against us | |
| Flex your hooked claws and sniff | |
| Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds | |
| Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes | |
| Run away from the phthisicky past |
| zuò qǔ : Bossi, Kihlstedt | |
| The future sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past | |
| It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last | |
| This momentary throne precariously formed from its ashes | |
| It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn | |
| Throw us away like a stack of old paper | |
| Learn not from our scrawls | |
| Close your ears to our rantings and come against us | |
| Flex your hooked claws and sniff | |
| Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds | |
| Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes | |
| Run away from the phthisicky past |