| Song | Deceptive Mirrors |
| Artist | Trail of Tears |
| Album | Existentia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hagen, Nordhus, Thorsen ... | |
| Tainted | |
| I stand here ridden with decease | |
| Nail me with a vacant stare | |
| Prepare me for release | |
| Sow a scar upon my face | |
| Plans for my resurrection laid to waste | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To heal the infected eye | |
| I'd drain me dry | |
| To heal the long lost beauty | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To seal the infected eye | |
| I'll follow my fate | |
| To cut your tongue of hate | |
| Sink further down | |
| Let myself drown | |
| In my own self-deception | |
| Watch how the mirrors twist the truth | |
| Sink further down | |
| Let myself drown | |
| In my own self-deception | |
| Watch how the mirrors twist the truth | |
| Thoughts designed to destroy the average man | |
| Thoughts designed to erase our confidence | |
| Anger, frustration, the message is now | |
| These are all things that now pressure my soul | |
| I can see your face turning blue | |
| The fire in your eyes is fading too | |
| I can sense the fear running through your veins | |
| As the pictures turn to red | |
| Tainted | |
| I stand here ridden with decease | |
| Nail me with a vacant stare | |
| Prepare me for release | |
| Sow a scar upon my face | |
| Plans for my resurrection laid to waste | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To heal the infected eye | |
| I'd drain me dry | |
| To heal the long lost beauty | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To seal the infected eye | |
| I'll follow my fate | |
| To cut your tongue of hate |
| zuo qu : Hagen, Nordhus, Thorsen ... | |
| Tainted | |
| I stand here ridden with decease | |
| Nail me with a vacant stare | |
| Prepare me for release | |
| Sow a scar upon my face | |
| Plans for my resurrection laid to waste | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To heal the infected eye | |
| I' d drain me dry | |
| To heal the long lost beauty | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To seal the infected eye | |
| I' ll follow my fate | |
| To cut your tongue of hate | |
| Sink further down | |
| Let myself drown | |
| In my own selfdeception | |
| Watch how the mirrors twist the truth | |
| Sink further down | |
| Let myself drown | |
| In my own selfdeception | |
| Watch how the mirrors twist the truth | |
| Thoughts designed to destroy the average man | |
| Thoughts designed to erase our confidence | |
| Anger, frustration, the message is now | |
| These are all things that now pressure my soul | |
| I can see your face turning blue | |
| The fire in your eyes is fading too | |
| I can sense the fear running through your veins | |
| As the pictures turn to red | |
| Tainted | |
| I stand here ridden with decease | |
| Nail me with a vacant stare | |
| Prepare me for release | |
| Sow a scar upon my face | |
| Plans for my resurrection laid to waste | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To heal the infected eye | |
| I' d drain me dry | |
| To heal the long lost beauty | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To seal the infected eye | |
| I' ll follow my fate | |
| To cut your tongue of hate |
| zuò qǔ : Hagen, Nordhus, Thorsen ... | |
| Tainted | |
| I stand here ridden with decease | |
| Nail me with a vacant stare | |
| Prepare me for release | |
| Sow a scar upon my face | |
| Plans for my resurrection laid to waste | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To heal the infected eye | |
| I' d drain me dry | |
| To heal the long lost beauty | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To seal the infected eye | |
| I' ll follow my fate | |
| To cut your tongue of hate | |
| Sink further down | |
| Let myself drown | |
| In my own selfdeception | |
| Watch how the mirrors twist the truth | |
| Sink further down | |
| Let myself drown | |
| In my own selfdeception | |
| Watch how the mirrors twist the truth | |
| Thoughts designed to destroy the average man | |
| Thoughts designed to erase our confidence | |
| Anger, frustration, the message is now | |
| These are all things that now pressure my soul | |
| I can see your face turning blue | |
| The fire in your eyes is fading too | |
| I can sense the fear running through your veins | |
| As the pictures turn to red | |
| Tainted | |
| I stand here ridden with decease | |
| Nail me with a vacant stare | |
| Prepare me for release | |
| Sow a scar upon my face | |
| Plans for my resurrection laid to waste | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To heal the infected eye | |
| I' d drain me dry | |
| To heal the long lost beauty | |
| It takes more than me | |
| To seal the infected eye | |
| I' ll follow my fate | |
| To cut your tongue of hate |