| Song | Catagory |
| Artist | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| Album | Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear. |
| 作曲 : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| Certain lines were formed together to form specific shapes. | |
| Couldn't help overhearing from where I was eavesdropping | |
| that you're tampering with the family circle | |
| you're not very talented | |
| dealing the addiction | |
| nor vacuuming dirt into your pipes | |
| just waiting anxiously to rub a quick one out | |
| does attempted murder lie in the category | |
| Did you really want to see a foundation of blood | |
| erupting from the neck trigger child | |
| see or be seen you are disposable | |
| I find you folded into a fetal position | |
| at the corner of Cummunipaw and JFK | |
| lift you up towards the pole | |
| hold you in my hand | |
| grinding the hacksaw through your mouth | |
| in the other hand a reminder | |
| Does attempted murder lie under the impaired judgement category? | |
| The circle will remain a circle |
| zuò qǔ : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| Certain lines were formed together to form specific shapes. | |
| Couldn' t help overhearing from where I was eavesdropping | |
| that you' re tampering with the family circle | |
| you' re not very talented | |
| dealing the addiction | |
| nor vacuuming dirt into your pipes | |
| just waiting anxiously to rub a quick one out | |
| does attempted murder lie in the category | |
| Did you really want to see a foundation of blood | |
| erupting from the neck trigger child | |
| see or be seen you are disposable | |
| I find you folded into a fetal position | |
| at the corner of Cummunipaw and JFK | |
| lift you up towards the pole | |
| hold you in my hand | |
| grinding the hacksaw through your mouth | |
| in the other hand a reminder | |
| Does attempted murder lie under the impaired judgement category? | |
| The circle will remain a circle |