| Song | Shot to the Chest |
| Artist | Letter Kills |
| Album | The Bridge |
| 作曲 : Letter Kills | |
| Well, here comes a test | |
| A fight until death, | |
| A song without a rest. | |
| I won't complain, | |
| It’s what | |
| I asked for. | |
| I’ll ask for your hand, | |
| Cause it’s a long road ahead, | |
| And I feel so alone. | |
| And I hope this takes care of broken words. | |
| I’m broken down you know, | |
| I hope this makes you proud, | |
| To write this down, | |
| It’s better than the rest, to see you smile. | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| Hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| Hope this makes you proud. | |
| And here comes a test, | |
| It’s shooting for my head. | |
| Along with all the rest. | |
| I can’t compete with what | |
| I ask for, | |
| I ask for your hand, | |
| Cause it’s a long road ahead, | |
| And I feel so alone. | |
| And I hope this takes care of broken words. | |
| I’m broken down you know, | |
| I hope this makes you proud, | |
| To write this down, | |
| It’s better than the rest, to see you smile. | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you proud. | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you proud. | |
| You fall asleep, fall asleep in the back room. (You fall asleep, fall asleep in the back.) | |
| You fall asleep, fall a-asleep, whoa! | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! |
| zuò qǔ : Letter Kills | |
| Well, here comes a test | |
| A fight until death, | |
| A song without a rest. | |
| I won' t complain, | |
| It' s what | |
| I asked for. | |
| I' ll ask for your hand, | |
| Cause it' s a long road ahead, | |
| And I feel so alone. | |
| And I hope this takes care of broken words. | |
| I' m broken down you know, | |
| I hope this makes you proud, | |
| To write this down, | |
| It' s better than the rest, to see you smile. | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| Hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| Hope this makes you proud. | |
| And here comes a test, | |
| It' s shooting for my head. | |
| Along with all the rest. | |
| I can' t compete with what | |
| I ask for, | |
| I ask for your hand, | |
| Cause it' s a long road ahead, | |
| And I feel so alone. | |
| And I hope this takes care of broken words. | |
| I' m broken down you know, | |
| I hope this makes you proud, | |
| To write this down, | |
| It' s better than the rest, to see you smile. | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you proud. | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you proud. | |
| You fall asleep, fall asleep in the back room. You fall asleep, fall asleep in the back. | |
| You fall asleep, fall aasleep, whoa! | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! | |
| I hope this makes you, | |
| Hey! Whoa! |