| Song | Unnatural Act |
| Artist | L.A. Guns |
| Album | American Hardcore |
| 作词 : Crypt, Guns, Riley, Vandahl | |
| Pretty as a picture hanging on the wall | |
| But the wall is cracking and you, you're gonna fall | |
| The world is tumbling and your colors bleed | |
| Your frame is so tight that you, you gotta get free | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, | |
| I fear nothing | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, feel me | |
| Pray for me, | |
| I'm turned around | |
| Something lost, that can't be found | |
| Beneath my feet there is no ground | |
| Oh my God what is that sound | |
| It's the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| It's the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| It's the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| It's the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| Deader than a doorknob, lying in the ground | |
| But your body warms me and you, you can't make a sound | |
| Your flesh is frigid and your lips are blue | |
| But your words were colder when | |
| I used to love you | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, | |
| I fear nothing | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, fear me | |
| Pray for me, | |
| I'm turned around | |
| Something lost that can't be found | |
| Beneath my feet there is no ground | |
| Oh my God what is that sound |
| zuò cí : Crypt, Guns, Riley, Vandahl | |
| Pretty as a picture hanging on the wall | |
| But the wall is cracking and you, you' re gonna fall | |
| The world is tumbling and your colors bleed | |
| Your frame is so tight that you, you gotta get free | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, | |
| I fear nothing | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, feel me | |
| Pray for me, | |
| I' m turned around | |
| Something lost, that can' t be found | |
| Beneath my feet there is no ground | |
| Oh my God what is that sound | |
| It' s the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| It' s the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| It' s the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| It' s the most unnatural act, unnatural act | |
| Deader than a doorknob, lying in the ground | |
| But your body warms me and you, you can' t make a sound | |
| Your flesh is frigid and your lips are blue | |
| But your words were colder when | |
| I used to love you | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, | |
| I fear nothing | |
| Feel this, | |
| I feel nothing | |
| Fear this, fear me | |
| Pray for me, | |
| I' m turned around | |
| Something lost that can' t be found | |
| Beneath my feet there is no ground | |
| Oh my God what is that sound |