| Song | Strangled Road |
| Artist | Six Organs of Admittance |
| Album | Shelter from the Ash |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chasny | |
| The belief in life is a belief in love | |
| A strangled road on the mountain | |
| Will swallow your flimsy faith | |
| The trinkets that you keep | |
| Are just made of dirt | |
| And colored gold | |
| By the very men that you hate | |
| And yes it's true they're hiding | |
| Waiting to kiss your skull | |
| They many even eat the horse | |
| That you're riding | |
| Swallow this whole world whole | |
| The return home from equestrian lands | |
| To the safety of the other | |
| But you've no legs to stand | |
| The call of a home that is headless | |
| And scratchin' | |
| Without sympathy for any man | |
| And yes it's true they're hiding | |
| Waiting to kiss your skull | |
| They may even eat the horse | |
| That you're riding | |
| Swallow this whole world whole | |
| As they swallow this whole world whole |
| zuo qu : Chasny | |
| The belief in life is a belief in love | |
| A strangled road on the mountain | |
| Will swallow your flimsy faith | |
| The trinkets that you keep | |
| Are just made of dirt | |
| And colored gold | |
| By the very men that you hate | |
| And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
| Waiting to kiss your skull | |
| They many even eat the horse | |
| That you' re riding | |
| Swallow this whole world whole | |
| The return home from equestrian lands | |
| To the safety of the other | |
| But you' ve no legs to stand | |
| The call of a home that is headless | |
| And scratchin' | |
| Without sympathy for any man | |
| And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
| Waiting to kiss your skull | |
| They may even eat the horse | |
| That you' re riding | |
| Swallow this whole world whole | |
| As they swallow this whole world whole |
| zuò qǔ : Chasny | |
| The belief in life is a belief in love | |
| A strangled road on the mountain | |
| Will swallow your flimsy faith | |
| The trinkets that you keep | |
| Are just made of dirt | |
| And colored gold | |
| By the very men that you hate | |
| And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
| Waiting to kiss your skull | |
| They many even eat the horse | |
| That you' re riding | |
| Swallow this whole world whole | |
| The return home from equestrian lands | |
| To the safety of the other | |
| But you' ve no legs to stand | |
| The call of a home that is headless | |
| And scratchin' | |
| Without sympathy for any man | |
| And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
| Waiting to kiss your skull | |
| They may even eat the horse | |
| That you' re riding | |
| Swallow this whole world whole | |
| As they swallow this whole world whole |