| Song | Any Infrastructure |
| Artist | Ed Scissor |
| Artist | Lamplighter |
| Album | Tell Them It's Winter |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Thomas Hawkins |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Robin Legge |
| [00:55.20] | Death becomes her |
| [00:57.24] | The final fleshy stumbler |
| [00:59.16] | A Midas touch |
| [01:00.06] | The final sirens darkest sides amongst her |
| [01:02.34] | Brighter moments fade to black |
| [01:04.26] | She snorted back the last line of the wrap |
| [01:06.63] | Powder warped her mind and caused her arms to flail and flap |
| [01:09.57] | No more of that |
| [01:11.25] | But plenty more of every other form of sadomasochism breeding in this portal back to back |
| [01:17.64] | Blacker than the Taurus maps we hoarded in the dull glow of the TV, dim light flickers in this awful flat |
| [01:23.55] | (Heads down) |
| [01:24.63] | Underwater torture caught in all the forms we ordered into lists to sort to iron out the glitches in our formula |
| [01:31.47] | A mess of numbers, void and punctured algorithms |
| [01:34.17] | Rarely built in straight lines like our movements in the town we lived in |
| [01:37.41] | Count the chimneys, count the victims |
| [01:40.53] | Life of VHS on half speed squealing slowly through a rented picture |
| [01:45.36] | Settle in, prepare for winter |
| [01:47.43] | And celebrate the times we shared before our walkways fractured, tore and splintered |
| [01:52.05] | Your list of lies were harmless never crystallized |
| [01:54.72] | And targets ever shifting |
| [01:56.49] | Resistors in this circuit forming intelligence so artificial |
| [02:00.57] | So irrelevant, so artificial |
| [02:02.82] | Load the bullet, spin the barrel, pass the pistol |
| [02:06.30] | Lonely are the mornings here to swim alone, in search of life |
| [02:09.78] | Something so forgetful when you live alone, just let it go |
| [02:13.38] | Let the filthy current of the undertow, light your way, away you float, so morbid in the match-head glow |
| [02:19.50] | It's dreamy, so dreamy on the floodplains |
| [02:22.77] | Tramadol and morphine make for interstellar runways |
| [02:26.10] | One sin, checkmate |
| [02:27.84] | No stops, no way |
| [02:29.43] | Someday, some say |
| [02:31.23] | Co-stars, gun play |
| [02:33.93] | To thrive within uncharted jurisdictions, each'd sacrifice and nominate a body part and list them |
| [02:40.23] | That way you can never live to speak, see, walk or listen in the knowledge that the others doing well when you're not with them |
| [02:47.49] | So sacrificial, it's so sacrificial |
| [02:50.88] | The way the sails glow the light upon the burning vessel |
| [02:54.39] | It's so symptomatic, it's so symptomatic |
| [02:57.84] | The way the water lapped below the burning undercarriage |
| [03:01.38] | It's so sacrificial, so sacrificial |
| [03:04.83] | We gave up bailing water way before the lightning hit you |
| [03:08.31] | It's so symptomatic, it's so symptomatic |
| [03:11.82] | You ever think we had it? We never had it |
| [03:15.45] | Like fire and ash breeding in my heart and soul |
| [03:18.36] | Inside the bruised and battered, black and blue could have her ,snaps and groans |
| [03:22.41] | Only time will tell, so let her in |
| [03:25.77] | And try to find a hint of flesh inside her metal limbs |
| [03:29.37] | Like fire and ash, the final throws |
| [03:32.79] | Unrelenting downward spirals of the life you chose |
| [03:36.27] | Only time will tell, so let her in |
| [03:39.66] | And crunch the numbers till the harlot tells you everything |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Thomas Hawkins |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Robin Legge |
| [00:55.20] | Death becomes her |
| [00:57.24] | The final fleshy stumbler |
| [00:59.16] | A Midas touch |
| [01:00.06] | The final sirens darkest sides amongst her |
| [01:02.34] | Brighter moments fade to black |
| [01:04.26] | She snorted back the last line of the wrap |
| [01:06.63] | Powder warped her mind and caused her arms to flail and flap |
| [01:09.57] | No more of that |
| [01:11.25] | But plenty more of every other form of sadomasochism breeding in this portal back to back |
| [01:17.64] | Blacker than the Taurus maps we hoarded in the dull glow of the TV, dim light flickers in this awful flat |
| [01:23.55] | Heads down |
| [01:24.63] | Underwater torture caught in all the forms we ordered into lists to sort to iron out the glitches in our formula |
| [01:31.47] | A mess of numbers, void and punctured algorithms |
| [01:34.17] | Rarely built in straight lines like our movements in the town we lived in |
| [01:37.41] | Count the chimneys, count the victims |
| [01:40.53] | Life of VHS on half speed squealing slowly through a rented picture |
| [01:45.36] | Settle in, prepare for winter |
| [01:47.43] | And celebrate the times we shared before our walkways fractured, tore and splintered |
| [01:52.05] | Your list of lies were harmless never crystallized |
| [01:54.72] | And targets ever shifting |
| [01:56.49] | Resistors in this circuit forming intelligence so artificial |
| [02:00.57] | So irrelevant, so artificial |
| [02:02.82] | Load the bullet, spin the barrel, pass the pistol |
| [02:06.30] | Lonely are the mornings here to swim alone, in search of life |
| [02:09.78] | Something so forgetful when you live alone, just let it go |
| [02:13.38] | Let the filthy current of the undertow, light your way, away you float, so morbid in the matchhead glow |
| [02:19.50] | It' s dreamy, so dreamy on the floodplains |
| [02:22.77] | Tramadol and morphine make for interstellar runways |
| [02:26.10] | One sin, checkmate |
| [02:27.84] | No stops, no way |
| [02:29.43] | Someday, some say |
| [02:31.23] | Costars, gun play |
| [02:33.93] | To thrive within uncharted jurisdictions, each' d sacrifice and nominate a body part and list them |
| [02:40.23] | That way you can never live to speak, see, walk or listen in the knowledge that the others doing well when you' re not with them |
| [02:47.49] | So sacrificial, it' s so sacrificial |
| [02:50.88] | The way the sails glow the light upon the burning vessel |
| [02:54.39] | It' s so symptomatic, it' s so symptomatic |
| [02:57.84] | The way the water lapped below the burning undercarriage |
| [03:01.38] | It' s so sacrificial, so sacrificial |
| [03:04.83] | We gave up bailing water way before the lightning hit you |
| [03:08.31] | It' s so symptomatic, it' s so symptomatic |
| [03:11.82] | You ever think we had it? We never had it |
| [03:15.45] | Like fire and ash breeding in my heart and soul |
| [03:18.36] | Inside the bruised and battered, black and blue could have her , snaps and groans |
| [03:22.41] | Only time will tell, so let her in |
| [03:25.77] | And try to find a hint of flesh inside her metal limbs |
| [03:29.37] | Like fire and ash, the final throws |
| [03:32.79] | Unrelenting downward spirals of the life you chose |
| [03:36.27] | Only time will tell, so let her in |
| [03:39.66] | And crunch the numbers till the harlot tells you everything |