| Song | Holland |
| Artist | Cold Specks |
| Album | I Predict a Graceful Expulsion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Al Spx | |
| 作曲 : Al Spx | |
| Anything we should know about your change? | |
| Rotterdam, goddamn | |
| These starving organs hem and haw | |
| Mourning of the opposed modernity | |
| And I heard them scream | |
| We are many, we are many, we are | |
| And in the Hague, I did proclaim: | |
| Cousin, I'll find god in the gutter | |
| You'll catch the dead and bury them with old words | |
| When the hours begin to flee I will sing | |
| Recover me | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| Into dust we will all return | |
| Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing | |
| Only dreamers, dead times, and dirty kings | |
| Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing | |
| O death, where is thy sting? | |
| Does it feed on eager limbs? | |
| How will the body know? | |
| I was caught in the eye with a nightingale | |
| Hold the water, let it burn | |
| Some lives may dig deep but my cold crime is clean | |
| If I show you my hands, will you carry the beast? | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| Into dust we will all return |
| zuo ci : Al Spx | |
| zuo qu : Al Spx | |
| Anything we should know about your change? | |
| Rotterdam, goddamn | |
| These starving organs hem and haw | |
| Mourning of the opposed modernity | |
| And I heard them scream | |
| We are many, we are many, we are | |
| And in the Hague, I did proclaim: | |
| Cousin, I' ll find god in the gutter | |
| You' ll catch the dead and bury them with old words | |
| When the hours begin to flee I will sing | |
| Recover me | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| Into dust we will all return | |
| Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing | |
| Only dreamers, dead times, and dirty kings | |
| Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing | |
| O death, where is thy sting? | |
| Does it feed on eager limbs? | |
| How will the body know? | |
| I was caught in the eye with a nightingale | |
| Hold the water, let it burn | |
| Some lives may dig deep but my cold crime is clean | |
| If I show you my hands, will you carry the beast? | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| Into dust we will all return |
| zuò cí : Al Spx | |
| zuò qǔ : Al Spx | |
| Anything we should know about your change? | |
| Rotterdam, goddamn | |
| These starving organs hem and haw | |
| Mourning of the opposed modernity | |
| And I heard them scream | |
| We are many, we are many, we are | |
| And in the Hague, I did proclaim: | |
| Cousin, I' ll find god in the gutter | |
| You' ll catch the dead and bury them with old words | |
| When the hours begin to flee I will sing | |
| Recover me | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| Into dust we will all return | |
| Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing | |
| Only dreamers, dead times, and dirty kings | |
| Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing | |
| O death, where is thy sting? | |
| Does it feed on eager limbs? | |
| How will the body know? | |
| I was caught in the eye with a nightingale | |
| Hold the water, let it burn | |
| Some lives may dig deep but my cold crime is clean | |
| If I show you my hands, will you carry the beast? | |
| We are many | |
| We are many | |
| We are dust | |
| Into dust we will all return |