| Song | Year Zero |
| Artist | Blood Revolt |
| Album | Indoctrine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chris Ross | |
| And this is my intent | |
| My statement | |
| It is my world address | |
| And my vision | |
| What choice? Like a trapped rat | |
| A social lab test | |
| With no hope | |
| And no way out | |
| So I made a choice | |
| We bow to none | |
| It was all over before you were born | |
| Semtex packed | |
| I grind the prints | |
| Filed edges, metal casing | |
| Welded, stench | |
| Aluminum burns chlorate | |
| Retches the skin | |
| Tetrachloride | |
| Fire | |
| I fix the fuse, set the head | |
| Adrenalin | |
| Grind to powder TNT | |
| The nerves are filed | |
| Electrical detonation | |
| Grip hard | |
| Strapped tight, and sweat burns | |
| And heretic's commandments | |
| Dogma and prayer | |
| Your preacher's sons are gathered in despair | |
| I'll say again, I never had faith to lose | |
| As god is my witness | |
| I will be an instrument of faith | |
| I don't need to be ****ing saved | |
| This is year zero and the beginning of the end | |
| The final immolation | |
| And my mark upon the world | |
| And this is the end |
| zuo qu : Chris Ross | |
| And this is my intent | |
| My statement | |
| It is my world address | |
| And my vision | |
| What choice? Like a trapped rat | |
| A social lab test | |
| With no hope | |
| And no way out | |
| So I made a choice | |
| We bow to none | |
| It was all over before you were born | |
| Semtex packed | |
| I grind the prints | |
| Filed edges, metal casing | |
| Welded, stench | |
| Aluminum burns chlorate | |
| Retches the skin | |
| Tetrachloride | |
| Fire | |
| I fix the fuse, set the head | |
| Adrenalin | |
| Grind to powder TNT | |
| The nerves are filed | |
| Electrical detonation | |
| Grip hard | |
| Strapped tight, and sweat burns | |
| And heretic' s commandments | |
| Dogma and prayer | |
| Your preacher' s sons are gathered in despair | |
| I' ll say again, I never had faith to lose | |
| As god is my witness | |
| I will be an instrument of faith | |
| I don' t need to be ing saved | |
| This is year zero and the beginning of the end | |
| The final immolation | |
| And my mark upon the world | |
| And this is the end |
| zuò qǔ : Chris Ross | |
| And this is my intent | |
| My statement | |
| It is my world address | |
| And my vision | |
| What choice? Like a trapped rat | |
| A social lab test | |
| With no hope | |
| And no way out | |
| So I made a choice | |
| We bow to none | |
| It was all over before you were born | |
| Semtex packed | |
| I grind the prints | |
| Filed edges, metal casing | |
| Welded, stench | |
| Aluminum burns chlorate | |
| Retches the skin | |
| Tetrachloride | |
| Fire | |
| I fix the fuse, set the head | |
| Adrenalin | |
| Grind to powder TNT | |
| The nerves are filed | |
| Electrical detonation | |
| Grip hard | |
| Strapped tight, and sweat burns | |
| And heretic' s commandments | |
| Dogma and prayer | |
| Your preacher' s sons are gathered in despair | |
| I' ll say again, I never had faith to lose | |
| As god is my witness | |
| I will be an instrument of faith | |
| I don' t need to be ing saved | |
| This is year zero and the beginning of the end | |
| The final immolation | |
| And my mark upon the world | |
| And this is the end |