| 作曲 : Xentrix | |
| I am the one your prophets speak of as a curse | |
| Defile my name among the righteous | |
| The vibe I'm giving out is something you conceive as violation | |
| Cling onto icons made of bone | |
| I fight your false opinions | |
| Destroy with war of nerve | |
| Grip life and strength within me | |
| Until the pain returns | |
| Rise, Erase | |
| Distort a million reasons to despise | |
| A million hollow outlets for your lies | |
| My degradation your stepping stone | |
| This discharge I can take, immune to poison ideals freeborn | |
| I fight your false | |
| Redress, reanimate the lifeless wills of men | |
| Rejuvenate as one with strength of ten | |
| To take their place in a sick society | |
| And heal from inside lame, afflicted country torn | |
| I fight your false... |
| zuo qu : Xentrix | |
| I am the one your prophets speak of as a curse | |
| Defile my name among the righteous | |
| The vibe I' m giving out is something you conceive as violation | |
| Cling onto icons made of bone | |
| I fight your false opinions | |
| Destroy with war of nerve | |
| Grip life and strength within me | |
| Until the pain returns | |
| Rise, Erase | |
| Distort a million reasons to despise | |
| A million hollow outlets for your lies | |
| My degradation your stepping stone | |
| This discharge I can take, immune to poison ideals freeborn | |
| I fight your false | |
| Redress, reanimate the lifeless wills of men | |
| Rejuvenate as one with strength of ten | |
| To take their place in a sick society | |
| And heal from inside lame, afflicted country torn | |
| I fight your false... |
| zuò qǔ : Xentrix | |
| I am the one your prophets speak of as a curse | |
| Defile my name among the righteous | |
| The vibe I' m giving out is something you conceive as violation | |
| Cling onto icons made of bone | |
| I fight your false opinions | |
| Destroy with war of nerve | |
| Grip life and strength within me | |
| Until the pain returns | |
| Rise, Erase | |
| Distort a million reasons to despise | |
| A million hollow outlets for your lies | |
| My degradation your stepping stone | |
| This discharge I can take, immune to poison ideals freeborn | |
| I fight your false | |
| Redress, reanimate the lifeless wills of men | |
| Rejuvenate as one with strength of ten | |
| To take their place in a sick society | |
| And heal from inside lame, afflicted country torn | |
| I fight your false... |