| Song | Flight Of The Pathogen |
| Artist | Twelve Tribes |
| Album | The Rebirth Of Tragedy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| I walk Inside a facelift | |
| Made of conflict | |
| The contents defeat the purpose | |
| Because I live outside | |
| A makeshift heart | |
| It was always red plastic and cold | |
| You've got to know your place in this... | |
| I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance | |
| With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast | |
| I'm consciously falling out of love with myself | |
| And the world with myself and my soul | |
| I'm living for just one moment to die alone | |
| You've got to know your place in this world | |
| Your life won't disappear when your eyes are closed | |
| Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall | |
| I sleep as if | |
| I was innocent | |
| Not knowing what the world is made of | |
| With one eye open | |
| I wouldn't dare to wake up | |
| There are antenna in these veins | |
| Trying to tell me something | |
| Leave me under layers of dead skin | |
| I'm invisible without them | |
| I walk inside a facelift | |
| Unknown outside of this shell | |
| I'm not complete | |
| I'm not complete |
| zuo qu : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| I walk Inside a facelift | |
| Made of conflict | |
| The contents defeat the purpose | |
| Because I live outside | |
| A makeshift heart | |
| It was always red plastic and cold | |
| You' ve got to know your place in this... | |
| I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance | |
| With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast | |
| I' m consciously falling out of love with myself | |
| And the world with myself and my soul | |
| I' m living for just one moment to die alone | |
| You' ve got to know your place in this world | |
| Your life won' t disappear when your eyes are closed | |
| Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall | |
| I sleep as if | |
| I was innocent | |
| Not knowing what the world is made of | |
| With one eye open | |
| I wouldn' t dare to wake up | |
| There are antenna in these veins | |
| Trying to tell me something | |
| Leave me under layers of dead skin | |
| I' m invisible without them | |
| I walk inside a facelift | |
| Unknown outside of this shell | |
| I' m not complete | |
| I' m not complete |
| zuò qǔ : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| I walk Inside a facelift | |
| Made of conflict | |
| The contents defeat the purpose | |
| Because I live outside | |
| A makeshift heart | |
| It was always red plastic and cold | |
| You' ve got to know your place in this... | |
| I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance | |
| With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast | |
| I' m consciously falling out of love with myself | |
| And the world with myself and my soul | |
| I' m living for just one moment to die alone | |
| You' ve got to know your place in this world | |
| Your life won' t disappear when your eyes are closed | |
| Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall | |
| I sleep as if | |
| I was innocent | |
| Not knowing what the world is made of | |
| With one eye open | |
| I wouldn' t dare to wake up | |
| There are antenna in these veins | |
| Trying to tell me something | |
| Leave me under layers of dead skin | |
| I' m invisible without them | |
| I walk inside a facelift | |
| Unknown outside of this shell | |
| I' m not complete | |
| I' m not complete |