| Song | Defense Mechanism |
| Artist | Gazpacho |
| Album | Missa Atropos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The holy waters of the blackened seas | |
| A gulf that separated you and me | |
| The shadows as they weep | |
| A dog will chase its tail | |
| The beauty of creation is alien | |
| The solitude is your relief | |
| Sunlight through the wall | |
| Slamming of the door | |
| The snake curled up in sleep | |
| The rustle of the trees | |
| You swore you would return | |
| The hell is the others | |
| And the heaven is a hell | |
| It’s my own | |
| It’s my story | |
| All alone | |
| It’s a defense mechanism | |
| Fight or flight | |
| Doesn’t matter | |
| At least you’re not asleep | |
| Your debts are paid in silver | |
| And your last coin’s in the deep. | |
| You think you want a taste of madness? | |
| I think you know the taste of that wine… | |
| A tower shining white | |
| The stone within the plum | |
| Don’t you know what they know? | |
| The devil hates the sun | |
| The brewer of the liars | |
| Won’t need me for a while | |
| The killer wears a blue suit | |
| But I’m not wearing mine. | |
| Fight or flight | |
| It’s my own | |
| It’s my story | |
| All alone | |
| It’s a defense mechanism | |
| Watch them go by tired | |
| All these beggars | |
| Stage is soaked with sweat | |
| And waltzing dead men | |
| Whistling in alleys | |
| Carpool tomorrows | |
| Sealed and stamped with sorrow | |
| Wasted, wounded | |
| Now that I kissed her | |
| Canned chatter | |
| Burnout gold dust | |
| Bury the dagger | |
| Cain and Abel | |
| Thoreau | |
| Now that I kissed her | |
| It’s a defense mechanism |
| The holy waters of the blackened seas | |
| A gulf that separated you and me | |
| The shadows as they weep | |
| A dog will chase its tail | |
| The beauty of creation is alien | |
| The solitude is your relief | |
| Sunlight through the wall | |
| Slamming of the door | |
| The snake curled up in sleep | |
| The rustle of the trees | |
| You swore you would return | |
| The hell is the others | |
| And the heaven is a hell | |
| It' s my own | |
| It' s my story | |
| All alone | |
| It' s a defense mechanism | |
| Fight or flight | |
| Doesn' t matter | |
| At least you' re not asleep | |
| Your debts are paid in silver | |
| And your last coin' s in the deep. | |
| You think you want a taste of madness? | |
| I think you know the taste of that wine | |
| A tower shining white | |
| The stone within the plum | |
| Don' t you know what they know? | |
| The devil hates the sun | |
| The brewer of the liars | |
| Won' t need me for a while | |
| The killer wears a blue suit | |
| But I' m not wearing mine. | |
| Fight or flight | |
| It' s my own | |
| It' s my story | |
| All alone | |
| It' s a defense mechanism | |
| Watch them go by tired | |
| All these beggars | |
| Stage is soaked with sweat | |
| And waltzing dead men | |
| Whistling in alleys | |
| Carpool tomorrows | |
| Sealed and stamped with sorrow | |
| Wasted, wounded | |
| Now that I kissed her | |
| Canned chatter | |
| Burnout gold dust | |
| Bury the dagger | |
| Cain and Abel | |
| Thoreau | |
| Now that I kissed her | |
| It' s a defense mechanism |
| The holy waters of the blackened seas | |
| A gulf that separated you and me | |
| The shadows as they weep | |
| A dog will chase its tail | |
| The beauty of creation is alien | |
| The solitude is your relief | |
| Sunlight through the wall | |
| Slamming of the door | |
| The snake curled up in sleep | |
| The rustle of the trees | |
| You swore you would return | |
| The hell is the others | |
| And the heaven is a hell | |
| It' s my own | |
| It' s my story | |
| All alone | |
| It' s a defense mechanism | |
| Fight or flight | |
| Doesn' t matter | |
| At least you' re not asleep | |
| Your debts are paid in silver | |
| And your last coin' s in the deep. | |
| You think you want a taste of madness? | |
| I think you know the taste of that wine | |
| A tower shining white | |
| The stone within the plum | |
| Don' t you know what they know? | |
| The devil hates the sun | |
| The brewer of the liars | |
| Won' t need me for a while | |
| The killer wears a blue suit | |
| But I' m not wearing mine. | |
| Fight or flight | |
| It' s my own | |
| It' s my story | |
| All alone | |
| It' s a defense mechanism | |
| Watch them go by tired | |
| All these beggars | |
| Stage is soaked with sweat | |
| And waltzing dead men | |
| Whistling in alleys | |
| Carpool tomorrows | |
| Sealed and stamped with sorrow | |
| Wasted, wounded | |
| Now that I kissed her | |
| Canned chatter | |
| Burnout gold dust | |
| Bury the dagger | |
| Cain and Abel | |
| Thoreau | |
| Now that I kissed her | |
| It' s a defense mechanism |