| Song | Vitals Fading |
| Artist | Tourniquet |
| Album | Psycho Surgery |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkpatrick | |
| Young child drowning in a sea of pain | |
| Body infested with debilitating proteus strain | |
| Distant footsteps approach, but they're not for him | |
| The anticipation of vistors wanes, spirits dim | |
| Through the drone of a hemodialysis machine | |
| God says oh dying frame, there's only one place to lean | |
| Antes de que la muerte venga a llevarte asi | |
| Quiero que acceptes a mi Hijo, murio por ti | |
| (Before death arrives to take you away like that | |
| I want you to accept my Son, who died for you) | |
| Wrinkled hands reach out for cold metal rails | |
| This decrepit life is so very frail | |
| Body starts to shake in violent burning rigors | |
| Though the mountains crumble deep into the sea | |
| God is ever present | |
| He sees everything |
| zuo ci : Kirkpatrick | |
| Young child drowning in a sea of pain | |
| Body infested with debilitating proteus strain | |
| Distant footsteps approach, but they' re not for him | |
| The anticipation of vistors wanes, spirits dim | |
| Through the drone of a hemodialysis machine | |
| God says oh dying frame, there' s only one place to lean | |
| Antes de que la muerte venga a llevarte asi | |
| Quiero que acceptes a mi Hijo, murio por ti | |
| Before death arrives to take you away like that | |
| I want you to accept my Son, who died for you | |
| Wrinkled hands reach out for cold metal rails | |
| This decrepit life is so very frail | |
| Body starts to shake in violent burning rigors | |
| Though the mountains crumble deep into the sea | |
| God is ever present | |
| He sees everything |
| zuò cí : Kirkpatrick | |
| Young child drowning in a sea of pain | |
| Body infested with debilitating proteus strain | |
| Distant footsteps approach, but they' re not for him | |
| The anticipation of vistors wanes, spirits dim | |
| Through the drone of a hemodialysis machine | |
| God says oh dying frame, there' s only one place to lean | |
| Antes de que la muerte venga a llevarte asi | |
| Quiero que acceptes a mi Hijo, murio por ti | |
| Before death arrives to take you away like that | |
| I want you to accept my Son, who died for you | |
| Wrinkled hands reach out for cold metal rails | |
| This decrepit life is so very frail | |
| Body starts to shake in violent burning rigors | |
| Though the mountains crumble deep into the sea | |
| God is ever present | |
| He sees everything |