| Song | Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead |
| Artist | Atreyu |
| Album | Fractures In the Facade of Your Porcelain Beauty |
| 作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| Raise up the ghosts of the dead | |
| I won't die like them | |
| Push past the point of raw emotion | |
| I will breathe | |
| Exist with a broken spirit | |
| I will die complete | |
| Ignore what the angels say | |
| Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me | |
| I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me | |
| Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity | |
| My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries, | |
| laid to rest with the passing of time | |
| Seems to me that even love can die | |
| And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid | |
| And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave | |
| I will love with passion | |
| You live like you're dead | |
| I will love with passion | |
| You live like you're dead | |
| I will love with passion | |
| As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight |
| zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| Raise up the ghosts of the dead | |
| I won' t die like them | |
| Push past the point of raw emotion | |
| I will breathe | |
| Exist with a broken spirit | |
| I will die complete | |
| Ignore what the angels say | |
| Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me | |
| I won' t pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me | |
| Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I' ll be damn sure to enjoy eternity | |
| My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries, | |
| laid to rest with the passing of time | |
| Seems to me that even love can die | |
| And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid | |
| And to me it clearly appears that we' re already one foot in a very shallow grave | |
| I will love with passion | |
| You live like you' re dead | |
| I will love with passion | |
| You live like you' re dead | |
| I will love with passion | |
| As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight |