| Song | Dressed In Decay |
| Artist | CKY |
| Album | An Ånswer Can Be Found |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ginsburg, Miller | |
| Imperfection shes been told | |
| The positives are undersold | |
| A gain of envy, a loss of health | |
| Preparing to consume herself | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
| You see the struggle flood the skin | |
| From promises to paper-thin | |
| She turns a blind eye, will of stone | |
| From stunning smile, to flesh and bone | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |
| zuo qu : Ginsburg, Miller | |
| Imperfection shes been told | |
| The positives are undersold | |
| A gain of envy, a loss of health | |
| Preparing to consume herself | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
| You see the struggle flood the skin | |
| From promises to paperthin | |
| She turns a blind eye, will of stone | |
| From stunning smile, to flesh and bone | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |
| zuò qǔ : Ginsburg, Miller | |
| Imperfection shes been told | |
| The positives are undersold | |
| A gain of envy, a loss of health | |
| Preparing to consume herself | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
| You see the struggle flood the skin | |
| From promises to paperthin | |
| She turns a blind eye, will of stone | |
| From stunning smile, to flesh and bone | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
| She does not see the pulsing veins | |
| She does not feel her own restraints | |
| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |