| 歌曲 | Reconstrucdead |
| 歌手 | D:A:D |
| 专辑 | Helpyourselfish |
| 作曲 : Disneyland After Dark | |
| When the fever burns your brain | |
| When your heart has got a name | |
| And you long for generous days | |
| You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face.. | |
| Another day inside the pearl | |
| You could have screamed; leaving this world | |
| You laugh'n'joke without a care | |
| And bear a depression you can see from the air.. | |
| Ride the tail of rhyme | |
| Break the legs of time | |
| - Snap it's spine.. | |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
| At my feet there's a plate I haven't read.. | |
| Apart from that - then I'll be reconstrucdead | |
| A tambourine rings in my blood | |
| The circus' rolling'n'the cage is locked.. | |
| So where's the light - a match that flares | |
| - The pot at the end of the rainbow's where | |
| Pick your nose as you pick your friends | |
| Or spend a life in fear of the end | |
| To tell a nodding shrink won't help | |
| - So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself! | |
| Ride the tail of rhyme | |
| Break the legs of time | |
| - Snap it's spine.. | |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
| At my feet there's a plate I haven't read.. | |
| Apart from that - then I'll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead.. | |
| My eyes are blind My mind is numb | |
| But my ears begin to hear - to hear the growing hum | |
| Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour | |
| I'm reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power | |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
| Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will - yeah | |
| The cracks will show | |
| A lifetime of frustration - the things that I can't get | |
| Apart from that - then I'll be reconstrucdead | |
| Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |
| zuò qǔ : Disneyland After Dark | |
| When the fever burns your brain | |
| When your heart has got a name | |
| And you long for generous days | |
| You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face.. | |
| Another day inside the pearl | |
| You could have screamed leaving this world | |
| You laugh' n' joke without a care | |
| And bear a depression you can see from the air.. | |
| Ride the tail of rhyme | |
| Break the legs of time | |
| Snap it' s spine.. | |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
| At my feet there' s a plate I haven' t read.. | |
| Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead | |
| A tambourine rings in my blood | |
| The circus' rolling' n' the cage is locked.. | |
| So where' s the light a match that flares | |
| The pot at the end of the rainbow' s where | |
| Pick your nose as you pick your friends | |
| Or spend a life in fear of the end | |
| To tell a nodding shrink won' t help | |
| So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself! | |
| Ride the tail of rhyme | |
| Break the legs of time | |
| Snap it' s spine.. | |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
| At my feet there' s a plate I haven' t read.. | |
| Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead.. | |
| My eyes are blind My mind is numb | |
| But my ears begin to hear to hear the growing hum | |
| Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour | |
| I' m reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power | |
| As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
| Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will yeah | |
| The cracks will show | |
| A lifetime of frustration the things that I can' t get | |
| Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead | |
| Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |