| 歌曲 | Supervillain Serum |
| 歌手 | Dodheimsgard |
| 专辑 | Supervillain Outcast |
| 作曲 : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
| Driving nails between my teeth | |
| Kicked to my feet | |
| No sleep for weeks | |
| Sucking the dust from the cage | |
| Varicose veins and mind games | |
| Guzzling barrels of skin-stripping shit | |
| A festering drink of face-breaking cocksucker | |
| Fashionably possessed | |
| Planning world downfall from my bed | |
| Supping the villainous sap | |
| Garden of mutants begin to clap | |
| And now there's no turning back | |
| Alone against everything | |
| Freaking out | |
| Reeking in | |
| Minds wide open | |
| Fix an appointment with God | |
| Your futile trip is done | |
| At the ruins of visionary self | |
| They'll be cutting their hands off | |
| In hell tomorrow | |
| A truth that's easy to swallow | |
| Fast-acting and thorough | |
| Locked away | |
| Brainwashed | |
| And left alone | |
| Out damned spot | |
| Out damned spot | |
| Out damned spot | |
| Home sick home | |
| Home sick home | |
| Home sick home | |
| The world really gets my back up | |
| An airline that never stops crashing | |
| An itch that never stops itching | |
| Living in an insatiable video game | |
| Vengeance stalks my brain | |
| Pimping bag of creaking bones | |
| Collapsing inwards from skin to soul | |
| Slime alley black cockroach | |
| Labyrinth of solitude in my throat | |
| Guts filled up with the voices of hate | |
| Homogenised venom eats the smile from your face | |
| Tongue splits on the taste | |
| As sanity separates | |
| Reflection you gleam is disfigured and displeased | |
| Adding insult to injury | |
| In swaggering fury | |
| Weak sick | |
| Dread freak | |
| With reservation seats to the funeral of the world |
| zuò qǔ : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
| Driving nails between my teeth | |
| Kicked to my feet | |
| No sleep for weeks | |
| Sucking the dust from the cage | |
| Varicose veins and mind games | |
| Guzzling barrels of skinstripping shit | |
| A festering drink of facebreaking cocksucker | |
| Fashionably possessed | |
| Planning world downfall from my bed | |
| Supping the villainous sap | |
| Garden of mutants begin to clap | |
| And now there' s no turning back | |
| Alone against everything | |
| Freaking out | |
| Reeking in | |
| Minds wide open | |
| Fix an appointment with God | |
| Your futile trip is done | |
| At the ruins of visionary self | |
| They' ll be cutting their hands off | |
| In hell tomorrow | |
| A truth that' s easy to swallow | |
| Fastacting and thorough | |
| Locked away | |
| Brainwashed | |
| And left alone | |
| Out damned spot | |
| Out damned spot | |
| Out damned spot | |
| Home sick home | |
| Home sick home | |
| Home sick home | |
| The world really gets my back up | |
| An airline that never stops crashing | |
| An itch that never stops itching | |
| Living in an insatiable video game | |
| Vengeance stalks my brain | |
| Pimping bag of creaking bones | |
| Collapsing inwards from skin to soul | |
| Slime alley black cockroach | |
| Labyrinth of solitude in my throat | |
| Guts filled up with the voices of hate | |
| Homogenised venom eats the smile from your face | |
| Tongue splits on the taste | |
| As sanity separates | |
| Reflection you gleam is disfigured and displeased | |
| Adding insult to injury | |
| In swaggering fury | |
| Weak sick | |
| Dread freak | |
| With reservation seats to the funeral of the world |