| Song | The Evidence You Hide |
| Artist | Monks of Doom |
| Album | The Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| Lost in a paperback rain | |
| Picking through books that you won't read again | |
| Keeping your promises vague | |
| Lost in the crowd in the circus parade | |
| Keeping your polaroids dry | |
| Delirious fevers burn night after night | |
| The cryptic malaise that you're in | |
| The art that may come of it i'd recommend | |
| To focus attention on books you might write | |
| Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight | |
| The evidence you hide | |
| Keeping your bed warm at night | |
| It's not an illusion it glows very bright | |
| With the young coal the fire is fed | |
| Who you keep with you is best left unsaid | |
| On finding particular friends | |
| Remember that all moral fiber will bend | |
| To put them in letters you burn as you write | |
| Seen in reflections and not with your eyes | |
| Cultivating lies |
| zuo ci : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| Lost in a paperback rain | |
| Picking through books that you won' t read again | |
| Keeping your promises vague | |
| Lost in the crowd in the circus parade | |
| Keeping your polaroids dry | |
| Delirious fevers burn night after night | |
| The cryptic malaise that you' re in | |
| The art that may come of it i' d recommend | |
| To focus attention on books you might write | |
| Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight | |
| The evidence you hide | |
| Keeping your bed warm at night | |
| It' s not an illusion it glows very bright | |
| With the young coal the fire is fed | |
| Who you keep with you is best left unsaid | |
| On finding particular friends | |
| Remember that all moral fiber will bend | |
| To put them in letters you burn as you write | |
| Seen in reflections and not with your eyes | |
| Cultivating lies |
| zuò cí : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| Lost in a paperback rain | |
| Picking through books that you won' t read again | |
| Keeping your promises vague | |
| Lost in the crowd in the circus parade | |
| Keeping your polaroids dry | |
| Delirious fevers burn night after night | |
| The cryptic malaise that you' re in | |
| The art that may come of it i' d recommend | |
| To focus attention on books you might write | |
| Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight | |
| The evidence you hide | |
| Keeping your bed warm at night | |
| It' s not an illusion it glows very bright | |
| With the young coal the fire is fed | |
| Who you keep with you is best left unsaid | |
| On finding particular friends | |
| Remember that all moral fiber will bend | |
| To put them in letters you burn as you write | |
| Seen in reflections and not with your eyes | |
| Cultivating lies |