| Song | Common State of Inner Violence |
| Artist | Disarmonia Mundi |
| Album | Fragments of D-Generation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chinto, Disarmonia Mundi | |
| Deserving wonderful baby | |
| In despite of that defect | |
| Of listening to that wild music | |
| And than playing war videogames | |
| But you are lucky man | |
| Because I've got some plans for you | |
| Refined violin lessons | |
| And the most celebrated school | |
| Poor baby, he uses his violin | |
| Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun | |
| Poor baby, insanity from adolescence | |
| Grows through me a killer from hell | |
| The rising sons throw away | |
| All their father's dreams | |
| Don't let me be born | |
| If you didn't live | |
| The only right was the grandfather | |
| He said: "finally he's gone" | |
| While parents threaten suddenly "We'll grow another one" | |
| Just you must know | |
| Your guy is not so wise | |
| To grow behind your violin | |
| Take your eyes to this massacre | |
| Was it your dream? | |
| This story tells to me | |
| Don't let me be born | |
| If you did not live | |
| Your guy is not so wise | |
| To grow behind your violin | |
| Take your eyes through this fire |
| zuo qu : Chinto, Disarmonia Mundi | |
| Deserving wonderful baby | |
| In despite of that defect | |
| Of listening to that wild music | |
| And than playing war videogames | |
| But you are lucky man | |
| Because I' ve got some plans for you | |
| Refined violin lessons | |
| And the most celebrated school | |
| Poor baby, he uses his violin | |
| Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun | |
| Poor baby, insanity from adolescence | |
| Grows through me a killer from hell | |
| The rising sons throw away | |
| All their father' s dreams | |
| Don' t let me be born | |
| If you didn' t live | |
| The only right was the grandfather | |
| He said: " finally he' s gone" | |
| While parents threaten suddenly " We' ll grow another one" | |
| Just you must know | |
| Your guy is not so wise | |
| To grow behind your violin | |
| Take your eyes to this massacre | |
| Was it your dream? | |
| This story tells to me | |
| Don' t let me be born | |
| If you did not live | |
| Your guy is not so wise | |
| To grow behind your violin | |
| Take your eyes through this fire |
| zuò qǔ : Chinto, Disarmonia Mundi | |
| Deserving wonderful baby | |
| In despite of that defect | |
| Of listening to that wild music | |
| And than playing war videogames | |
| But you are lucky man | |
| Because I' ve got some plans for you | |
| Refined violin lessons | |
| And the most celebrated school | |
| Poor baby, he uses his violin | |
| Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun | |
| Poor baby, insanity from adolescence | |
| Grows through me a killer from hell | |
| The rising sons throw away | |
| All their father' s dreams | |
| Don' t let me be born | |
| If you didn' t live | |
| The only right was the grandfather | |
| He said: " finally he' s gone" | |
| While parents threaten suddenly " We' ll grow another one" | |
| Just you must know | |
| Your guy is not so wise | |
| To grow behind your violin | |
| Take your eyes to this massacre | |
| Was it your dream? | |
| This story tells to me | |
| Don' t let me be born | |
| If you did not live | |
| Your guy is not so wise | |
| To grow behind your violin | |
| Take your eyes through this fire |