| 歌曲 | Whisper of Sin |
| 歌手 | So They Say |
| 专辑 | Life in Surveillance |
| 作曲 : So They Say | |
| You want play, but the forecast for the weather | |
| Just couldn't ever explain the rain | |
| That leaves a mark for all of us to see. | |
| Cause we are alone and we won't escape the rain. | |
| It's left its mark on all of those who are known for, | |
| Known for playing games. | |
| Get in the fire with die-cast hardware. | |
| This forced emotion to never give a care. | |
| When the needle hits the skin | |
| And the paper touches pen | |
| I will let go of myself and do this all over again. | |
| Do this all again | |
| Take my skin. | |
| I can't wait till you're in | |
| So the whisper can erase my face (my face) | |
| If you start to think of how | |
| I traded love for hate | |
| And why I chase the rain. | |
| Get in the fire with die-cast hardware. | |
| This forced emotion to never give a care. | |
| When the needle hits the skin | |
| And the paper touches pen | |
| I will let go of myself and do this all over again. | |
| The same old song, | |
| You want it but | |
| I am not yours | |
| I am not yours | |
| Get in the fire with die-cast hardware. | |
| This forced emotion to never give a care. | |
| When the needle hits the skin | |
| And the paper touches pen | |
| I will let go of myself and do this all over again, again |
| zuò qǔ : So They Say | |
| You want play, but the forecast for the weather | |
| Just couldn' t ever explain the rain | |
| That leaves a mark for all of us to see. | |
| Cause we are alone and we won' t escape the rain. | |
| It' s left its mark on all of those who are known for, | |
| Known for playing games. | |
| Get in the fire with diecast hardware. | |
| This forced emotion to never give a care. | |
| When the needle hits the skin | |
| And the paper touches pen | |
| I will let go of myself and do this all over again. | |
| Do this all again | |
| Take my skin. | |
| I can' t wait till you' re in | |
| So the whisper can erase my face my face | |
| If you start to think of how | |
| I traded love for hate | |
| And why I chase the rain. | |
| Get in the fire with diecast hardware. | |
| This forced emotion to never give a care. | |
| When the needle hits the skin | |
| And the paper touches pen | |
| I will let go of myself and do this all over again. | |
| The same old song, | |
| You want it but | |
| I am not yours | |
| I am not yours | |
| Get in the fire with diecast hardware. | |
| This forced emotion to never give a care. | |
| When the needle hits the skin | |
| And the paper touches pen | |
| I will let go of myself and do this all over again, again |