| 歌曲 | Doomsday Stomp |
| 歌手 | Project 86 |
| 专辑 | And The Rest Will Follow |
| 作词 : Project Eighty Six | |
| Hint number one is | |
| Five letters inscribed over | |
| The lips of eyeless woman | |
| Asking me for needles and a thread | |
| To sew her head together again | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| She reaches forward | |
| And grabs a hold of my sleeve | |
| Her antennae wrap around me | |
| Her lungs infect me as she breathes | |
| The roadkill scent of violent city | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| This town made its guesses | |
| But can't spell her own name | |
| Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| She can't spell her own name | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave |
| zuò cí : Project Eighty Six | |
| Hint number one is | |
| Five letters inscribed over | |
| The lips of eyeless woman | |
| Asking me for needles and a thread | |
| To sew her head together again | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| She reaches forward | |
| And grabs a hold of my sleeve | |
| Her antennae wrap around me | |
| Her lungs infect me as she breathes | |
| The roadkill scent of violent city | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| This town made its guesses | |
| But can' t spell her own name | |
| Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| She can' t spell her own name | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
| Oh, insects desperate cries | |
| Oh, they inflected for | |
| Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
| A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
| A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave |