| Song | The Twisting |
| Artist | Loudermilk |
| Album | The Red Record |
| 作曲 : Ingersoll | |
| Collapse with me under a blood red sea under my tapestry | |
| I wove from skylines | |
| And tissue from inside of you and me, this wasn't meant to be | |
| My love will grow these branches and become a tree | |
| I made this sound, the sound of falling down where your piano drowns with my devotion | |
| I made this for you baby, | |
| I'm so into you you're the sugar on my tongue | |
| You're the violent murderous trace in me and the twisting has begun | |
| Forget the sun forget the world above, | |
| I'll give you all you need | |
| Ingesting damage but honestly this wasn't meant to be, but fate comes forcefully | |
| And where you end, and | |
| I begin no one can see baby, | |
| I'm so into you you're the sugar on my tongue | |
| You're the violent murderous trace in me and the twisting has begun | |
| And sometimes you might panic | |
| For the air as the ocean swims into your lungs and hair | |
| Crush fading drowners start to to tear baby, | |
| I'm so into you you're the sugar on my tongue | |
| You're the violent murderous trace in me and the twisting has begun fading tracing | |
| Baby, I'm so into you |
| zuò qǔ : Ingersoll | |
| Collapse with me under a blood red sea under my tapestry | |
| I wove from skylines | |
| And tissue from inside of you and me, this wasn' t meant to be | |
| My love will grow these branches and become a tree | |
| I made this sound, the sound of falling down where your piano drowns with my devotion | |
| I made this for you baby, | |
| I' m so into you you' re the sugar on my tongue | |
| You' re the violent murderous trace in me and the twisting has begun | |
| Forget the sun forget the world above, | |
| I' ll give you all you need | |
| Ingesting damage but honestly this wasn' t meant to be, but fate comes forcefully | |
| And where you end, and | |
| I begin no one can see baby, | |
| I' m so into you you' re the sugar on my tongue | |
| You' re the violent murderous trace in me and the twisting has begun | |
| And sometimes you might panic | |
| For the air as the ocean swims into your lungs and hair | |
| Crush fading drowners start to to tear baby, | |
| I' m so into you you' re the sugar on my tongue | |
| You' re the violent murderous trace in me and the twisting has begun fading tracing | |
| Baby, I' m so into you |