| Song | Loveless and Goodbye |
| Artist | Himsa |
| Album | Courting Tragedy and Disaster |
| 作曲 : Himsa | |
| Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall | |
| I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare | |
| It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance | |
| Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment | |
| Cold divinity is choking and tears at flesh | |
| We scream to breathe - fight for confinement | |
| So live and let die - loveless and goodbye | |
| Deaden the bright of blue eyes and red skies | |
| That captures this deep disturbance | |
| Discovering the destruction of true enemies | |
| Within our selves lay dormant with accusation | |
| In the comfort of self indulgence | |
| Scratch the itch that spells disaster | |
| To shed the praise in righteousness | |
| Carry this message of confession | |
| To the addict who still suffers | |
| With so much to hide and nothing to offer | |
| In this covert glass house of deviance and sympathy | |
| We destroy refuge - we destroy everything | |
| So how will we sleep tonight | |
| Welcome the remedy dead ends of bitter reality | |
| A common count for a sadist and a queen | |
| Embellished devotion hexed from worship | |
| Staggers the relevance of tyranny | |
| Shards from whispers and insight | |
| Split the clean slate of sanctuary | |
| Subtle overture invades space | |
| Imposing restrained desire | |
| Infesting each mistake to | |
| Suspend all discipline | |
| They fight for air | |
| We run for cover | |
| So make me your fledgling and lay me down |
| zuò qǔ : Himsa | |
| Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall | |
| I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare | |
| It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance | |
| Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment | |
| Cold divinity is choking and tears at flesh | |
| We scream to breathe fight for confinement | |
| So live and let die loveless and goodbye | |
| Deaden the bright of blue eyes and red skies | |
| That captures this deep disturbance | |
| Discovering the destruction of true enemies | |
| Within our selves lay dormant with accusation | |
| In the comfort of self indulgence | |
| Scratch the itch that spells disaster | |
| To shed the praise in righteousness | |
| Carry this message of confession | |
| To the addict who still suffers | |
| With so much to hide and nothing to offer | |
| In this covert glass house of deviance and sympathy | |
| We destroy refuge we destroy everything | |
| So how will we sleep tonight | |
| Welcome the remedy dead ends of bitter reality | |
| A common count for a sadist and a queen | |
| Embellished devotion hexed from worship | |
| Staggers the relevance of tyranny | |
| Shards from whispers and insight | |
| Split the clean slate of sanctuary | |
| Subtle overture invades space | |
| Imposing restrained desire | |
| Infesting each mistake to | |
| Suspend all discipline | |
| They fight for air | |
| We run for cover | |
| So make me your fledgling and lay me down |