| Song | The Vacant Lot |
| Artist | Tad Morose |
| Album | A Mended Rhyme |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tad Morose, Urban Breed | |
| Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched | |
| All things untold | |
| Stone upon stone | |
| So foul, so cold | |
| A shadow of old | |
| Into the night | |
| Driven by what none can see | |
| Scarcely bound but hardly free | |
| A shadow of old | |
| A story untold | |
| A gathering rot | |
| The vacant lot | |
| A stray dog send shivers down your spine | |
| The remnant wall stand ever the same | |
| Hair of the dog won't help you at all | |
| The street's all deserted | |
| We'll swallow you whole | |
| Our minds intermingle a raven so black | |
| A spiralling stairway keep calling you back | |
| Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
| Downwards in circles the deadliest trip | |
| We mould you impassive all tainted and sore | |
| Abiding our master keep calling you | |
| Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
| Downwards in circles the deadliest trip |
| zuo ci : Tad Morose, Urban Breed | |
| Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched | |
| All things untold | |
| Stone upon stone | |
| So foul, so cold | |
| A shadow of old | |
| Into the night | |
| Driven by what none can see | |
| Scarcely bound but hardly free | |
| A shadow of old | |
| A story untold | |
| A gathering rot | |
| The vacant lot | |
| A stray dog send shivers down your spine | |
| The remnant wall stand ever the same | |
| Hair of the dog won' t help you at all | |
| The street' s all deserted | |
| We' ll swallow you whole | |
| Our minds intermingle a raven so black | |
| A spiralling stairway keep calling you back | |
| Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
| Downwards in circles the deadliest trip | |
| We mould you impassive all tainted and sore | |
| Abiding our master keep calling you | |
| Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
| Downwards in circles the deadliest trip |
| zuò cí : Tad Morose, Urban Breed | |
| Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched | |
| All things untold | |
| Stone upon stone | |
| So foul, so cold | |
| A shadow of old | |
| Into the night | |
| Driven by what none can see | |
| Scarcely bound but hardly free | |
| A shadow of old | |
| A story untold | |
| A gathering rot | |
| The vacant lot | |
| A stray dog send shivers down your spine | |
| The remnant wall stand ever the same | |
| Hair of the dog won' t help you at all | |
| The street' s all deserted | |
| We' ll swallow you whole | |
| Our minds intermingle a raven so black | |
| A spiralling stairway keep calling you back | |
| Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
| Downwards in circles the deadliest trip | |
| We mould you impassive all tainted and sore | |
| Abiding our master keep calling you | |
| Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
| Downwards in circles the deadliest trip |