| Song | Dying Will Be the Death of Me |
| Artist | Cephalic Carnage |
| Album | Anomalies |
| 作曲 : Cephalic Carnage | |
| Living here, in constant pain, I'm reaching out to you! | |
| Feelings I have long suppressed, control my mental views | |
| As I walk this lonely earth, searching for a sign | |
| Something to make me want to live, cause' now I want to die | |
| As I languish here, in this house of disease, | |
| And decrepitude, feeling un at ease | |
| Slowly I put up a wall, to block away the pain | |
| Only to have it fall, the misery remains! | |
| It rips the mind apart, scorns my soul with rage | |
| Infects my heart, kills my will to be | |
| My eyes cannot see, blinded from the sweat | |
| I don't know why I, feel morose today, | |
| Born with it all, rich beyond my means, | |
| Lately something has been burning | |
| In my gut it bleeds, making me despondent | |
| A victim of me | |
| Dying will be the death of me | |
| It hurts when I smile | |
| Only happy when, others are in pain | |
| When I was younger, life was in my heart | |
| Lastly vie been craving, suicide as an art | |
| All the ways I've attempted, was placed in the psycho ward | |
| In a straightjacket, dying cause' I'm bored | |
| In the end, dying will be the death of me! |
| zuò qǔ : Cephalic Carnage | |
| Living here, in constant pain, I' m reaching out to you! | |
| Feelings I have long suppressed, control my mental views | |
| As I walk this lonely earth, searching for a sign | |
| Something to make me want to live, cause' now I want to die | |
| As I languish here, in this house of disease, | |
| And decrepitude, feeling un at ease | |
| Slowly I put up a wall, to block away the pain | |
| Only to have it fall, the misery remains! | |
| It rips the mind apart, scorns my soul with rage | |
| Infects my heart, kills my will to be | |
| My eyes cannot see, blinded from the sweat | |
| I don' t know why I, feel morose today, | |
| Born with it all, rich beyond my means, | |
| Lately something has been burning | |
| In my gut it bleeds, making me despondent | |
| A victim of me | |
| Dying will be the death of me | |
| It hurts when I smile | |
| Only happy when, others are in pain | |
| When I was younger, life was in my heart | |
| Lastly vie been craving, suicide as an art | |
| All the ways I' ve attempted, was placed in the psycho ward | |
| In a straightjacket, dying cause' I' m bored | |
| In the end, dying will be the death of me! |