| Song | Your Tempting Fantasy |
| Artist | Project Pitchfork |
| Album | Kaskade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
| You knee in front of thee | |
| You little wannabe | |
| This is a last test | |
| You thought you were the best | |
| It looks into your eyes | |
| Which used to hide your lies | |
| They are so blue cold and empty | |
| Then it touches your hair | |
| And with a calm voice it will ask | |
| Your final question | |
| Do you feel | |
| Do you think | |
| Do you see | |
| Do you hear | |
| Do you know - love? | |
| Was the beginning destination | |
| And the reason for an end | |
| You try to stay calm | |
| The fear inside grows stronger | |
| A hand on your cheek caresses your lips - | |
| Which never kissed - but used to lie | |
| They'll hide or change the truth no longer | |
| No longer, no longer | |
| As a hand slips now between your teeth - | |
| Which just are white - | |
| And used to bite the ones who gave you love | |
| It forces and pushes your tongue | |
| Slowly down your throat | |
| You'll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once | |
| It feels like a painful urge | |
| When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out | |
| The same way you used to lie about - | |
| Your feelings which you killed inside | |
| So you got used to hate outside | |
| You thought like this you rule the land | |
| But look what I hold in my hand |
| zuo ci : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
| You knee in front of thee | |
| You little wannabe | |
| This is a last test | |
| You thought you were the best | |
| It looks into your eyes | |
| Which used to hide your lies | |
| They are so blue cold and empty | |
| Then it touches your hair | |
| And with a calm voice it will ask | |
| Your final question | |
| Do you feel | |
| Do you think | |
| Do you see | |
| Do you hear | |
| Do you know love? | |
| Was the beginning destination | |
| And the reason for an end | |
| You try to stay calm | |
| The fear inside grows stronger | |
| A hand on your cheek caresses your lips | |
| Which never kissed but used to lie | |
| They' ll hide or change the truth no longer | |
| No longer, no longer | |
| As a hand slips now between your teeth | |
| Which just are white | |
| And used to bite the ones who gave you love | |
| It forces and pushes your tongue | |
| Slowly down your throat | |
| You' ll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once | |
| It feels like a painful urge | |
| When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out | |
| The same way you used to lie about | |
| Your feelings which you killed inside | |
| So you got used to hate outside | |
| You thought like this you rule the land | |
| But look what I hold in my hand |
| zuò cí : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
| You knee in front of thee | |
| You little wannabe | |
| This is a last test | |
| You thought you were the best | |
| It looks into your eyes | |
| Which used to hide your lies | |
| They are so blue cold and empty | |
| Then it touches your hair | |
| And with a calm voice it will ask | |
| Your final question | |
| Do you feel | |
| Do you think | |
| Do you see | |
| Do you hear | |
| Do you know love? | |
| Was the beginning destination | |
| And the reason for an end | |
| You try to stay calm | |
| The fear inside grows stronger | |
| A hand on your cheek caresses your lips | |
| Which never kissed but used to lie | |
| They' ll hide or change the truth no longer | |
| No longer, no longer | |
| As a hand slips now between your teeth | |
| Which just are white | |
| And used to bite the ones who gave you love | |
| It forces and pushes your tongue | |
| Slowly down your throat | |
| You' ll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once | |
| It feels like a painful urge | |
| When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out | |
| The same way you used to lie about | |
| Your feelings which you killed inside | |
| So you got used to hate outside | |
| You thought like this you rule the land | |
| But look what I hold in my hand |