| 歌曲 | Ten Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes) |
| 歌手 | Circle of Dead Children |
| 专辑 | Exotic Sense Decay |
| Spit slides like sludge from the lips | |
| Mumbling the lost words of a | |
| Fall grievance | |
| I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile | |
| Ripped apart in unequaled confusion | |
| Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Put me back together | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Put me back together | |
| Split apart at all the vital seams | |
| And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink | |
| Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity | |
| It’s a whitewash of emotion | |
| Sweat kisses my tongue and | |
| I know that | |
| I’m still real | |
| I know that | |
| I’m still alive with myself | |
| I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivation | |
| The nourishment of loss | |
| Asleep with asleep | |
| Creeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate ‘cause that’s where the flowers bloom and wilt | |
| Roses laced with blood and drool | |
| Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my body | |
| Angelic and sweet | |
| I’m losing feeling | |
| Raking open my chest with thorns | |
| Shed back the skin | |
| Exposed to he elements | |
| Frigid cold violent dedication | |
| A human desecration |
| Spit slides like sludge from the lips | |
| Mumbling the lost words of a | |
| Fall grievance | |
| I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile | |
| Ripped apart in unequaled confusion | |
| Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Put me back together | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Rip and sew | |
| Put me back together | |
| Split apart at all the vital seams | |
| And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink | |
| Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity | |
| It' s a whitewash of emotion | |
| Sweat kisses my tongue and | |
| I know that | |
| I' m still real | |
| I know that | |
| I' m still alive with myself | |
| I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivation | |
| The nourishment of loss | |
| Asleep with asleep | |
| Creeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate ' cause that' s where the flowers bloom and wilt | |
| Roses laced with blood and drool | |
| Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my body | |
| Angelic and sweet | |
| I' m losing feeling | |
| Raking open my chest with thorns | |
| Shed back the skin | |
| Exposed to he elements | |
| Frigid cold violent dedication | |
| A human desecration |