| Song | No Sanctuary Insanity |
| Artist | Clit 45 |
| Album | Self-Hate Crimes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dave, Rufio | |
| No time | |
| You never had no time | |
| Between the legs and into the grave | |
| No time to appreciate | |
| The things we want the things wee need | |
| All alone but too busy | |
| No time | |
| You never had no time | |
| Between the legs and into the grave | |
| No time to appreciate | |
| For one day could you see my way? | |
| One day don't walk my way | |
| Cause these empty eyes they used to see | |
| Take 'em out, take 'em out! | |
| This lonely mind used to believe | |
| People said they cared then they had no time | |
| Walk on by, then go die! | |
| Backwards lies and abilities | |
| So we run - there's no way out | |
| Try and get way from unholy sounds | |
| Outta touch - with the world around | |
| From the girls, the pills, bottled vice - my own little personal anti-christ | |
| Pursuing happiness... run on, run on, run on | |
| In a kiss of the death and a cold caress... run on, run on, run on | |
| X O X O we're all a mess | |
| There's no "I" in we, and i find no sanctuary in sanity |
| zuo qu : Dave, Rufio | |
| No time | |
| You never had no time | |
| Between the legs and into the grave | |
| No time to appreciate | |
| The things we want the things wee need | |
| All alone but too busy | |
| No time | |
| You never had no time | |
| Between the legs and into the grave | |
| No time to appreciate | |
| For one day could you see my way? | |
| One day don' t walk my way | |
| Cause these empty eyes they used to see | |
| Take ' em out, take ' em out! | |
| This lonely mind used to believe | |
| People said they cared then they had no time | |
| Walk on by, then go die! | |
| Backwards lies and abilities | |
| So we run there' s no way out | |
| Try and get way from unholy sounds | |
| Outta touch with the world around | |
| From the girls, the pills, bottled vice my own little personal antichrist | |
| Pursuing happiness... run on, run on, run on | |
| In a kiss of the death and a cold caress... run on, run on, run on | |
| X O X O we' re all a mess | |
| There' s no " I" in we, and i find no sanctuary in sanity |
| zuò qǔ : Dave, Rufio | |
| No time | |
| You never had no time | |
| Between the legs and into the grave | |
| No time to appreciate | |
| The things we want the things wee need | |
| All alone but too busy | |
| No time | |
| You never had no time | |
| Between the legs and into the grave | |
| No time to appreciate | |
| For one day could you see my way? | |
| One day don' t walk my way | |
| Cause these empty eyes they used to see | |
| Take ' em out, take ' em out! | |
| This lonely mind used to believe | |
| People said they cared then they had no time | |
| Walk on by, then go die! | |
| Backwards lies and abilities | |
| So we run there' s no way out | |
| Try and get way from unholy sounds | |
| Outta touch with the world around | |
| From the girls, the pills, bottled vice my own little personal antichrist | |
| Pursuing happiness... run on, run on, run on | |
| In a kiss of the death and a cold caress... run on, run on, run on | |
| X O X O we' re all a mess | |
| There' s no " I" in we, and i find no sanctuary in sanity |