| Song | Methusalem |
| Artist | Diary of Dreams |
| Album | alive |
| 作曲 : Hates | |
| (Anti Methusalem Syndrome) | |
| I plastered all these walls with color | |
| I drank your tears watered with wine | |
| Contented with this taste of anger | |
| Regarding this was mine | |
| I tested all in vague proportions | |
| I drank your tears like they were mine | |
| I dared to speak of new horizons | |
| and blinded both your eyes with mine | |
| Can you feel it coming? | |
| Can you feel it go? | |
| Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
| Misled by an angel | |
| I thought I saw the sun bleed | |
| Up my throat they crawl | |
| To turn in little rumours | |
| Infinite temptation | |
| Fateful, formless, rare | |
| Distant condulation | |
| I know whose words they are | |
| How dare you speak, or even move | |
| Dimorphicly disabled gestures | |
| Prophylactic tendencies | |
| as bodies need their prostitution | |
| My tongue was bent in all directions | |
| Circling motion in slight confusion | |
| E-dead spies return in failure | |
| prayer after prayer (just) in case it helps | |
| It's in our kind | |
| It's on my mind | |
| It's pure and holy | |
| It's what I've done...,done to you | |
| Can you see him running? | |
| Can you see his home? | |
| Anti Methusalem Syndrome |
| zuò qǔ : Hates | |
| Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
| I plastered all these walls with color | |
| I drank your tears watered with wine | |
| Contented with this taste of anger | |
| Regarding this was mine | |
| I tested all in vague proportions | |
| I drank your tears like they were mine | |
| I dared to speak of new horizons | |
| and blinded both your eyes with mine | |
| Can you feel it coming? | |
| Can you feel it go? | |
| Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
| Misled by an angel | |
| I thought I saw the sun bleed | |
| Up my throat they crawl | |
| To turn in little rumours | |
| Infinite temptation | |
| Fateful, formless, rare | |
| Distant condulation | |
| I know whose words they are | |
| How dare you speak, or even move | |
| Dimorphicly disabled gestures | |
| Prophylactic tendencies | |
| as bodies need their prostitution | |
| My tongue was bent in all directions | |
| Circling motion in slight confusion | |
| Edead spies return in failure | |
| prayer after prayer just in case it helps | |
| It' s in our kind | |
| It' s on my mind | |
| It' s pure and holy | |
| It' s what I' ve done..., done to you | |
| Can you see him running? | |
| Can you see his home? | |
| Anti Methusalem Syndrome |