| Song | Killing Game |
| Artist | Skinny Puppy |
| Album | The Singles Collect |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Skinny Puppy | |
| Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control | |
| Lost memories staircase twists | |
| Darker rooms lit with left out toys | |
| After playing mean changes toys into tools | |
| Twisted playthings on the staircase fools | |
| Fools weapons represents the killing game | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door | |
| Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go | |
| Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds | |
| Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary | |
| Padded walls not quiet storm's fury burnt out killing time | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Time's taught the killing game herself | |
| No I taught the killing game first | |
| Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide | |
| No one view window | |
| Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time | |
| Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden | |
| Strange no stronger feeling | |
| Tempting motion slows to a crawl | |
| Places his own foot firmly in its own trap | |
| Let go the springs snap shut | |
| Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death | |
| I taught the killing game | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| I taught I taught | |
| I taught the game first, first, first |
| zuo qu : Skinny Puppy | |
| Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control | |
| Lost memories staircase twists | |
| Darker rooms lit with left out toys | |
| After playing mean changes toys into tools | |
| Twisted playthings on the staircase fools | |
| Fools weapons represents the killing game | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door | |
| Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go | |
| Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds | |
| Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary | |
| Padded walls not quiet storm' s fury burnt out killing time | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Time' s taught the killing game herself | |
| No I taught the killing game first | |
| Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide | |
| No one view window | |
| Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time | |
| Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden | |
| Strange no stronger feeling | |
| Tempting motion slows to a crawl | |
| Places his own foot firmly in its own trap | |
| Let go the springs snap shut | |
| Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death | |
| I taught the killing game | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| I taught I taught | |
| I taught the game first, first, first |
| zuò qǔ : Skinny Puppy | |
| Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control | |
| Lost memories staircase twists | |
| Darker rooms lit with left out toys | |
| After playing mean changes toys into tools | |
| Twisted playthings on the staircase fools | |
| Fools weapons represents the killing game | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door | |
| Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go | |
| Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds | |
| Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary | |
| Padded walls not quiet storm' s fury burnt out killing time | |
| Who taught the killing game | |
| Time' s taught the killing game herself | |
| No I taught the killing game first | |
| Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide | |
| No one view window | |
| Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time | |
| Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden | |
| Strange no stronger feeling | |
| Tempting motion slows to a crawl | |
| Places his own foot firmly in its own trap | |
| Let go the springs snap shut | |
| Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death | |
| I taught the killing game | |
| I taught the killing game first | |
| I taught I taught | |
| I taught the game first, first, first |