| Song | The Trauma Coil |
| Artist | Faith & the Muse |
| Album | Elyria |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Faith and the Muse | |
| Another night down on the catherine wheel | |
| Drawn into a corner | |
| A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head | |
| I court a sure, sudden death | |
| But give no quarter | |
| A paper soul tears the heart from the mind | |
| Searing is the morning, a tenement of lights | |
| Lost inside the attic | |
| On the floor again with a head full of rain | |
| Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles | |
| Bleeding in a stairwell | |
| Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry | |
| Three liquid words collapse | |
| Blind and chasing sirens | |
| Five years of night time and a heart made of tin | |
| Allow your sympathies the length of a table | |
| I recognize no brother | |
| Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes | |
| As my knowledge, does the knowing | |
| Split my being from past days | |
| In decision, in departing | |
| In the severance of old ways | |
| With precision, in my silence | |
| I perceive the bitter still | |
| Imposition, these young calling | |
| Withered kisses, or the kill? | |
| Together we stand | |
| We stand so still | |
| Indifference, hollow laughter | |
| Bathes the walls of this lost home | |
| So futile, all attempts | |
| Affectations, long to roam | |
| Ever spinning, vile actress | |
| Answered blindly to the call | |
| The price, child yet again we sit | |
| And watch our private rome fall | |
| I am not well | |
| No, not well at all |
| zuo qu : Faith and the Muse | |
| Another night down on the catherine wheel | |
| Drawn into a corner | |
| A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head | |
| I court a sure, sudden death | |
| But give no quarter | |
| A paper soul tears the heart from the mind | |
| Searing is the morning, a tenement of lights | |
| Lost inside the attic | |
| On the floor again with a head full of rain | |
| Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles | |
| Bleeding in a stairwell | |
| Feverstaggered steps and a mouth so dry | |
| Three liquid words collapse | |
| Blind and chasing sirens | |
| Five years of night time and a heart made of tin | |
| Allow your sympathies the length of a table | |
| I recognize no brother | |
| Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes | |
| As my knowledge, does the knowing | |
| Split my being from past days | |
| In decision, in departing | |
| In the severance of old ways | |
| With precision, in my silence | |
| I perceive the bitter still | |
| Imposition, these young calling | |
| Withered kisses, or the kill? | |
| Together we stand | |
| We stand so still | |
| Indifference, hollow laughter | |
| Bathes the walls of this lost home | |
| So futile, all attempts | |
| Affectations, long to roam | |
| Ever spinning, vile actress | |
| Answered blindly to the call | |
| The price, child yet again we sit | |
| And watch our private rome fall | |
| I am not well | |
| No, not well at all |
| zuò qǔ : Faith and the Muse | |
| Another night down on the catherine wheel | |
| Drawn into a corner | |
| A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head | |
| I court a sure, sudden death | |
| But give no quarter | |
| A paper soul tears the heart from the mind | |
| Searing is the morning, a tenement of lights | |
| Lost inside the attic | |
| On the floor again with a head full of rain | |
| Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles | |
| Bleeding in a stairwell | |
| Feverstaggered steps and a mouth so dry | |
| Three liquid words collapse | |
| Blind and chasing sirens | |
| Five years of night time and a heart made of tin | |
| Allow your sympathies the length of a table | |
| I recognize no brother | |
| Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes | |
| As my knowledge, does the knowing | |
| Split my being from past days | |
| In decision, in departing | |
| In the severance of old ways | |
| With precision, in my silence | |
| I perceive the bitter still | |
| Imposition, these young calling | |
| Withered kisses, or the kill? | |
| Together we stand | |
| We stand so still | |
| Indifference, hollow laughter | |
| Bathes the walls of this lost home | |
| So futile, all attempts | |
| Affectations, long to roam | |
| Ever spinning, vile actress | |
| Answered blindly to the call | |
| The price, child yet again we sit | |
| And watch our private rome fall | |
| I am not well | |
| No, not well at all |