| 歌曲 | Prefix Free |
| 歌手 | Parts & Labor |
| 专辑 | Receivers |
| 作曲 : Parts & Labor | |
| Beware behold the bliss of the believer | |
| Assured insured and righteous to the bone | |
| The rapt indentured servant and retriever | |
| So blessed invests in hope I've never known | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| I can't abide the lies we tell our children | |
| A pale disguise mortality disowned | |
| I'll step aside pretend to be a villain | |
| My deaf ear cries a king without a throne | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| Nameless prefix free logic luxury | |
| So the truth is what cannot be known | |
| But they'd rather be embraced by certainty | |
| Easier to tell but not be shown | |
| And the guilt's the thing like an insect sting | |
| Keeps me scratching shivering on the floor | |
| I still hear them sing like an alarm clock's ring | |
| I can't seem to fall asleep no more | |
| Who'd want to | |
| Unfazed unwise abandon all tradition | |
| Fear not those arrows shattering in their bows | |
| Must I despise the smallest congregation | |
| Awake ablaze I won't be alone |
| zuò qǔ : Parts Labor | |
| Beware behold the bliss of the believer | |
| Assured insured and righteous to the bone | |
| The rapt indentured servant and retriever | |
| So blessed invests in hope I' ve never known | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| I can' t abide the lies we tell our children | |
| A pale disguise mortality disowned | |
| I' ll step aside pretend to be a villain | |
| My deaf ear cries a king without a throne | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| So happy now | |
| At peace somehow | |
| Nameless prefix free logic luxury | |
| So the truth is what cannot be known | |
| But they' d rather be embraced by certainty | |
| Easier to tell but not be shown | |
| And the guilt' s the thing like an insect sting | |
| Keeps me scratching shivering on the floor | |
| I still hear them sing like an alarm clock' s ring | |
| I can' t seem to fall asleep no more | |
| Who' d want to | |
| Unfazed unwise abandon all tradition | |
| Fear not those arrows shattering in their bows | |
| Must I despise the smallest congregation | |
| Awake ablaze I won' t be alone |