| Song | Censored Project |
| Artist | Yyrkoon |
| Album | Occult Medicine |
| 作曲 : Yyrkoon | |
| Censored Project | |
| Refusing to see all of those infected minds | |
| Just to feel better in your own veins | |
| Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions | |
| And more this nightmares of that lost humanity | |
| Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes | |
| Don’t enter my private desires | |
| Bad habits are ruling forever | |
| Pushing the door of a closed reality | |
| For the science or any other learning | |
| Metaphor of colors | |
| Blood red black | |
| Altar of flesh | |
| Razor’s cuts macabre breath of creation | |
| Remembering old deception | |
| Censored! | |
| Project! Censored! | |
| Project! The wounds created by the flesh | |
| Seem to be occulted by all of us | |
| Metaphor of colors | |
| Blood red black | |
| Altar of flesh razor’s cuts | |
| Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes | |
| Censored! | |
| Project! Censored! | |
| Project! Little by little truth’s blood runs among us as an empty river | |
| I’m like you making the black side | |
| To reason and to kill the ideal lineage |
| zuò qǔ : Yyrkoon | |
| Censored Project | |
| Refusing to see all of those infected minds | |
| Just to feel better in your own veins | |
| Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions | |
| And more this nightmares of that lost humanity | |
| Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes | |
| Don' t enter my private desires | |
| Bad habits are ruling forever | |
| Pushing the door of a closed reality | |
| For the science or any other learning | |
| Metaphor of colors | |
| Blood red black | |
| Altar of flesh | |
| Razor' s cuts macabre breath of creation | |
| Remembering old deception | |
| Censored! | |
| Project! Censored! | |
| Project! The wounds created by the flesh | |
| Seem to be occulted by all of us | |
| Metaphor of colors | |
| Blood red black | |
| Altar of flesh razor' s cuts | |
| Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes | |
| Censored! | |
| Project! Censored! | |
| Project! Little by little truth' s blood runs among us as an empty river | |
| I' m like you making the black side | |
| To reason and to kill the ideal lineage |