| Song | National Amnesia |
| Artist | Twelve Tribes |
| Album | Midwest Pandemic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Twelve Tribes | |
| A parasite insurgence called | |
| Systemic blackout is set to go public | |
| Unconscious & Ineffective | |
| We are the specimen | |
| Induced national cult amnesia | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Blood and arsenic our syndicate on the cross | |
| Condemned to be saved | |
| Our fear has turned on us | |
| In these times of collapse | |
| We're killing ourselves | |
| There's a contract for your soul | |
| And an empty shell | |
| The walls are closing in | |
| And all that you have left | |
| Is the price on your head | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| All the blood & the money are all that keeps me content | |
| Salvation won't prove that I exist |
| zuo qu : Twelve Tribes | |
| A parasite insurgence called | |
| Systemic blackout is set to go public | |
| Unconscious Ineffective | |
| We are the specimen | |
| Induced national cult amnesia | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Blood and arsenic our syndicate on the cross | |
| Condemned to be saved | |
| Our fear has turned on us | |
| In these times of collapse | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| There' s a contract for your soul | |
| And an empty shell | |
| The walls are closing in | |
| And all that you have left | |
| Is the price on your head | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| All the blood the money are all that keeps me content | |
| Salvation won' t prove that I exist |
| zuò qǔ : Twelve Tribes | |
| A parasite insurgence called | |
| Systemic blackout is set to go public | |
| Unconscious Ineffective | |
| We are the specimen | |
| Induced national cult amnesia | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Blood and arsenic our syndicate on the cross | |
| Condemned to be saved | |
| Our fear has turned on us | |
| In these times of collapse | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| There' s a contract for your soul | |
| And an empty shell | |
| The walls are closing in | |
| And all that you have left | |
| Is the price on your head | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| Everyday we fall for it again | |
| All the blood the money are all that keeps me content | |
| Salvation won' t prove that I exist |