| Song | Ultravioletfly |
| Artist | I:Scintilla |
| Album | Optics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bindrim, Cookas | |
| I sense the night bending towards me | |
| The rhythm is slowed but deep | |
| Blackened tips of desire | |
| Cannot keep out of my reach | |
| Orchid covered deadwood breeze | |
| Wakes the sickness from the leaves | |
| I laid back and counted stars | |
| Didn't stop my violent seed | |
| Intoxication pollen | |
| Begins to swim around me | |
| The bitter taste of temptation | |
| Evokes a slow sweet ecstasy | |
| The guilt of self-destruction | |
| Beads up and rolls off of me | |
| And sinks into the earth and | |
| Takes with it my purity | |
| From breaking free | |
| Swallowed down resistance growing from the innate drive to rise | |
| Rise like a street steam night spy mixing with the sky | |
| Ultraviolet | |
| Ghost whispers burning my ears | |
| I'm wrapped in words like wire | |
| Appearing to disappear | |
| Like a small dying fire | |
| My hands shake the sting escapes | |
| Heated hearts must expire | |
| And slowly regenerate | |
| The lust for this peace won't tire | |
| I'm breaking free | |
| Descending from thunder | |
| Fixed in your eyes in mine | |
| Now Let go eternal wanting | |
| And I run into your mind |
| zuo qu : Bindrim, Cookas | |
| I sense the night bending towards me | |
| The rhythm is slowed but deep | |
| Blackened tips of desire | |
| Cannot keep out of my reach | |
| Orchid covered deadwood breeze | |
| Wakes the sickness from the leaves | |
| I laid back and counted stars | |
| Didn' t stop my violent seed | |
| Intoxication pollen | |
| Begins to swim around me | |
| The bitter taste of temptation | |
| Evokes a slow sweet ecstasy | |
| The guilt of selfdestruction | |
| Beads up and rolls off of me | |
| And sinks into the earth and | |
| Takes with it my purity | |
| From breaking free | |
| Swallowed down resistance growing from the innate drive to rise | |
| Rise like a street steam night spy mixing with the sky | |
| Ultraviolet | |
| Ghost whispers burning my ears | |
| I' m wrapped in words like wire | |
| Appearing to disappear | |
| Like a small dying fire | |
| My hands shake the sting escapes | |
| Heated hearts must expire | |
| And slowly regenerate | |
| The lust for this peace won' t tire | |
| I' m breaking free | |
| Descending from thunder | |
| Fixed in your eyes in mine | |
| Now Let go eternal wanting | |
| And I run into your mind |
| zuò qǔ : Bindrim, Cookas | |
| I sense the night bending towards me | |
| The rhythm is slowed but deep | |
| Blackened tips of desire | |
| Cannot keep out of my reach | |
| Orchid covered deadwood breeze | |
| Wakes the sickness from the leaves | |
| I laid back and counted stars | |
| Didn' t stop my violent seed | |
| Intoxication pollen | |
| Begins to swim around me | |
| The bitter taste of temptation | |
| Evokes a slow sweet ecstasy | |
| The guilt of selfdestruction | |
| Beads up and rolls off of me | |
| And sinks into the earth and | |
| Takes with it my purity | |
| From breaking free | |
| Swallowed down resistance growing from the innate drive to rise | |
| Rise like a street steam night spy mixing with the sky | |
| Ultraviolet | |
| Ghost whispers burning my ears | |
| I' m wrapped in words like wire | |
| Appearing to disappear | |
| Like a small dying fire | |
| My hands shake the sting escapes | |
| Heated hearts must expire | |
| And slowly regenerate | |
| The lust for this peace won' t tire | |
| I' m breaking free | |
| Descending from thunder | |
| Fixed in your eyes in mine | |
| Now Let go eternal wanting | |
| And I run into your mind |