| Song | Imagine Nation Express |
| Artist | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| Album | Mongrel |
| 作曲 : Karel, Korman, Pareja, Pedrick | |
| When we meet with good intentions in mind | |
| It's like tying your arms to the southbound train | |
| When you extend your hand for peace, | |
| It's like tying your legs to the northbound train | |
| You practiced this speech well, | |
| But your bullshit is stronger than your rotten breath | |
| When you hold your head and cry apologies, | |
| All I can hear is the train bell ringing "All aboard." | |
| The trains begin tugging. | |
| I love knowing that when you kiss your child, | |
| That my dick filled with the same pussy walls it came from | |
| I don't agree to disagree | |
| Smell the dick on the kid | |
| You pulled me in to feel my touch | |
| I hear your torso giving up, | |
| I'll never forget the way you hugged | |
| Flaps of flesh hanging at the ends of your body bones | |
| And muscles skipping along the tracks | |
| They're falling out part by part...What a disgusting mess you are inside | |
| The trains pick up speed and are no longer in sight, | |
| Happy to have company | |
| Lying naked with her legs spread open was the last time I saw that much of someone's insides | |
| I closed the night off with a dance along the tracks |
| zuò qǔ : Karel, Korman, Pareja, Pedrick | |
| When we meet with good intentions in mind | |
| It' s like tying your arms to the southbound train | |
| When you extend your hand for peace, | |
| It' s like tying your legs to the northbound train | |
| You practiced this speech well, | |
| But your bullshit is stronger than your rotten breath | |
| When you hold your head and cry apologies, | |
| All I can hear is the train bell ringing " All aboard." | |
| The trains begin tugging. | |
| I love knowing that when you kiss your child, | |
| That my dick filled with the same pussy walls it came from | |
| I don' t agree to disagree | |
| Smell the dick on the kid | |
| You pulled me in to feel my touch | |
| I hear your torso giving up, | |
| I' ll never forget the way you hugged | |
| Flaps of flesh hanging at the ends of your body bones | |
| And muscles skipping along the tracks | |
| They' re falling out part by part... What a disgusting mess you are inside | |
| The trains pick up speed and are no longer in sight, | |
| Happy to have company | |
| Lying naked with her legs spread open was the last time I saw that much of someone' s insides | |
| I closed the night off with a dance along the tracks |