| Song | Message to Apollo |
| Artist | Carina Round |
| Album | The First Blood Mystery |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Round | |
| Snipping threads | |
| Images fall clear | |
| Elevation would you find me down here? | |
| I will be waiting for you | |
| Outside of my skin | |
| Falling with the dust of a butterfly's wings | |
| Would you send me a song from the cloud you're on? | |
| Dip into my heart of a vacant season | |
| I would leak my soul to film your ears | |
| Emotion won't you come alive? | |
| I would drag the stars from my own eyes | |
| If you'd send me a song from the cloud you're on | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Come around | |
| I'm still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Oh measure | |
| Measure the weight of your perception | |
| By your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain | |
| And devotion, the child like vision of a lost world in motion | |
| I see through, see through to your star strung gut | |
| Reveal the hidden universe no longer deep 'neath the silk chic | |
| Of your desert milk skin, now a brilliant libertine | |
| You drift on a carousel of emerald green sheen | |
| I await, I await the forbidden dream | |
| Reborn on the weaving words that rise in my throat | |
| They say i am just the blood that would drag from the black cunt of venus | |
| Be spit from a split lip or slip from the slit body of a madman | |
| For the thirst for the thrust for the victory for the thrust | |
| For the suck of the breath of a stranger | |
| To with pressed finger map the endless waves of imperial spirit | |
| Influx of sonic impulse | |
| Divine rhythm impulse | |
| Divine | |
| Find your divine | |
| Find your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Oh sometimes i'm so sure i can reach beyond this sky | |
| Why do you have to build these buildings so high | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Oh come around | |
| I'm still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Oh come around | |
| I'm still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Oh give me fire | |
| Fuel my belief | |
| Release these dreams | |
| Stuck between my teeth | |
| Possibilities | |
| Possibilities | |
| Come to light | |
| Come to light | |
| I've been searching for something | |
| I'm not sure what it is | |
| I'm not sure what it is | |
| Not sure what it is | |
| Not sure |
| zuo qu : Round | |
| Snipping threads | |
| Images fall clear | |
| Elevation would you find me down here? | |
| I will be waiting for you | |
| Outside of my skin | |
| Falling with the dust of a butterfly' s wings | |
| Would you send me a song from the cloud you' re on? | |
| Dip into my heart of a vacant season | |
| I would leak my soul to film your ears | |
| Emotion won' t you come alive? | |
| I would drag the stars from my own eyes | |
| If you' d send me a song from the cloud you' re on | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Come around | |
| I' m still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Oh measure | |
| Measure the weight of your perception | |
| By your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain | |
| And devotion, the child like vision of a lost world in motion | |
| I see through, see through to your star strung gut | |
| Reveal the hidden universe no longer deep ' neath the silk chic | |
| Of your desert milk skin, now a brilliant libertine | |
| You drift on a carousel of emerald green sheen | |
| I await, I await the forbidden dream | |
| Reborn on the weaving words that rise in my throat | |
| They say i am just the blood that would drag from the black cunt of venus | |
| Be spit from a split lip or slip from the slit body of a madman | |
| For the thirst for the thrust for the victory for the thrust | |
| For the suck of the breath of a stranger | |
| To with pressed finger map the endless waves of imperial spirit | |
| Influx of sonic impulse | |
| Divine rhythm impulse | |
| Divine | |
| Find your divine | |
| Find your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Oh sometimes i' m so sure i can reach beyond this sky | |
| Why do you have to build these buildings so high | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Oh come around | |
| I' m still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Oh come around | |
| I' m still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Oh give me fire | |
| Fuel my belief | |
| Release these dreams | |
| Stuck between my teeth | |
| Possibilities | |
| Possibilities | |
| Come to light | |
| Come to light | |
| I' ve been searching for something | |
| I' m not sure what it is | |
| I' m not sure what it is | |
| Not sure what it is | |
| Not sure |
| zuò qǔ : Round | |
| Snipping threads | |
| Images fall clear | |
| Elevation would you find me down here? | |
| I will be waiting for you | |
| Outside of my skin | |
| Falling with the dust of a butterfly' s wings | |
| Would you send me a song from the cloud you' re on? | |
| Dip into my heart of a vacant season | |
| I would leak my soul to film your ears | |
| Emotion won' t you come alive? | |
| I would drag the stars from my own eyes | |
| If you' d send me a song from the cloud you' re on | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Come around | |
| I' m still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Oh measure | |
| Measure the weight of your perception | |
| By your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain | |
| And devotion, the child like vision of a lost world in motion | |
| I see through, see through to your star strung gut | |
| Reveal the hidden universe no longer deep ' neath the silk chic | |
| Of your desert milk skin, now a brilliant libertine | |
| You drift on a carousel of emerald green sheen | |
| I await, I await the forbidden dream | |
| Reborn on the weaving words that rise in my throat | |
| They say i am just the blood that would drag from the black cunt of venus | |
| Be spit from a split lip or slip from the slit body of a madman | |
| For the thirst for the thrust for the victory for the thrust | |
| For the suck of the breath of a stranger | |
| To with pressed finger map the endless waves of imperial spirit | |
| Influx of sonic impulse | |
| Divine rhythm impulse | |
| Divine | |
| Find your divine | |
| Find your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Find, find your divine | |
| Define your divine | |
| Oh sometimes i' m so sure i can reach beyond this sky | |
| Why do you have to build these buildings so high | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Oh come around | |
| I' m still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Always lost in the same sound | |
| Everything comes on the way down | |
| Oh come around | |
| I' m still waiting for something to take me over | |
| Oh give me fire | |
| Fuel my belief | |
| Release these dreams | |
| Stuck between my teeth | |
| Possibilities | |
| Possibilities | |
| Come to light | |
| Come to light | |
| I' ve been searching for something | |
| I' m not sure what it is | |
| I' m not sure what it is | |
| Not sure what it is | |
| Not sure |