| Song | In The Privacy Of Your Own Bones |
| Artist | Code |
| Album | Resplendent Grotesque |
| 作曲 : Aort, Nicol | |
| I am bone and I am silence | |
| I am a tongue without a word | |
| I am dust and I am violence | |
| I am never heard | |
| For I am the ghost of should have been | |
| I am the ghost of almost near | |
| I am the ghost of never know | |
| I am never seen | |
| Take my face in place of yours | |
| And through your eyes I shine | |
| Kiss your child goodnight and say | |
| These lips aren’t really mine | |
| Oh these lips aren’t really mine | |
| I am bone and I am silence | |
| I am a tongue without a word | |
| I am dust and I am violence | |
| I am never heard | |
| For I am the ghost of should have been | |
| I am the ghost of almost near | |
| I am the ghost of never know | |
| I am never seen | |
| Take my face in place of yours | |
| And through your eyes I shine | |
| Kiss your child goodnight and say | |
| These lips aren’t really mine | |
| Oh these lips aren’t really mine | |
| And should I die | |
| Bring my shadow to me | |
| Roll it up and swallow it | |
| Withdraw my touch from all your hands | |
| Recede and remain | |
| A memory of absence | |
| Through which a null wind unfurls | |
| To disorder your world | |
| And I shall breath in all my words | |
| My fingers return to bone and curl |
| zuò qǔ : Aort, Nicol | |
| I am bone and I am silence | |
| I am a tongue without a word | |
| I am dust and I am violence | |
| I am never heard | |
| For I am the ghost of should have been | |
| I am the ghost of almost near | |
| I am the ghost of never know | |
| I am never seen | |
| Take my face in place of yours | |
| And through your eyes I shine | |
| Kiss your child goodnight and say | |
| These lips aren' t really mine | |
| Oh these lips aren' t really mine | |
| I am bone and I am silence | |
| I am a tongue without a word | |
| I am dust and I am violence | |
| I am never heard | |
| For I am the ghost of should have been | |
| I am the ghost of almost near | |
| I am the ghost of never know | |
| I am never seen | |
| Take my face in place of yours | |
| And through your eyes I shine | |
| Kiss your child goodnight and say | |
| These lips aren' t really mine | |
| Oh these lips aren' t really mine | |
| And should I die | |
| Bring my shadow to me | |
| Roll it up and swallow it | |
| Withdraw my touch from all your hands | |
| Recede and remain | |
| A memory of absence | |
| Through which a null wind unfurls | |
| To disorder your world | |
| And I shall breath in all my words | |
| My fingers return to bone and curl |