| Song | Block Capital |
| Artist | Arkarna |
| Album | Fresh Meat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Jacobs | |
| One stolen breath within the city falls, | |
| Inhale the future you could have it all. | |
| It's such a nuclear waste but it sees me through, | |
| Don't follow me cause | |
| I'm lost too. | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| I don't fit this shoe. | |
| With a passion building up inside the bite, | |
| I could not chew. | |
| It's always something for nothing, | |
| I've got a high rise block inside my head, | |
| I hate to state the obvious but nothing is said, | |
| Pollute your lungs and your mind will follow, | |
| Time decays until it's over. | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| I don't fit this shoe. | |
| With a passion building up inside the bite, | |
| I could not chew. | |
| Intoxicated sanity, | |
| The fabric of society, | |
| I need someone to stand by me, | |
| What's done is done, | |
| Just let me breath, | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| With a passion building up inside. |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Jacobs | |
| One stolen breath within the city falls, | |
| Inhale the future you could have it all. | |
| It' s such a nuclear waste but it sees me through, | |
| Don' t follow me cause | |
| I' m lost too. | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| I don' t fit this shoe. | |
| With a passion building up inside the bite, | |
| I could not chew. | |
| It' s always something for nothing, | |
| I' ve got a high rise block inside my head, | |
| I hate to state the obvious but nothing is said, | |
| Pollute your lungs and your mind will follow, | |
| Time decays until it' s over. | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| I don' t fit this shoe. | |
| With a passion building up inside the bite, | |
| I could not chew. | |
| Intoxicated sanity, | |
| The fabric of society, | |
| I need someone to stand by me, | |
| What' s done is done, | |
| Just let me breath, | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| With a passion building up inside. |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Jacobs | |
| One stolen breath within the city falls, | |
| Inhale the future you could have it all. | |
| It' s such a nuclear waste but it sees me through, | |
| Don' t follow me cause | |
| I' m lost too. | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| I don' t fit this shoe. | |
| With a passion building up inside the bite, | |
| I could not chew. | |
| It' s always something for nothing, | |
| I' ve got a high rise block inside my head, | |
| I hate to state the obvious but nothing is said, | |
| Pollute your lungs and your mind will follow, | |
| Time decays until it' s over. | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| I don' t fit this shoe. | |
| With a passion building up inside the bite, | |
| I could not chew. | |
| Intoxicated sanity, | |
| The fabric of society, | |
| I need someone to stand by me, | |
| What' s done is done, | |
| Just let me breath, | |
| These words | |
| I scream in silence, | |
| With a passion building up inside. |