| 作词 : Cage, Capone, Quicksand ... | |
| Inequity solace, in your driven sate | |
| Seize your right to earn the same, she wants it | |
| How long must we wait before they take our side? | |
| Sordid Practice, engine overheated | |
| There’s no way to cool | |
| Turned up on your side | |
| The one that you choose | |
| Why should they mind | |
| Scared of what you’re thinking | |
| A strong resistant | |
| Sunday feeling, under weight of what’s to come | |
| Tired of living under thumb | |
| She wonders, why did you say what you said | |
| Silently living is death, shout him down | |
| It’s worth it, no compromises on this | |
| Turned up on your side | |
| The one that you choose | |
| Why should they mind | |
| Scared of what you’re thinking | |
| Scared of what you’re thinking | |
| She wonders, how long have we been senseless | |
| So tired and pensive | |
| Instead of stand up, stand to the side | |
| Feel a strong resistant |
| zuo ci : Cage, Capone, Quicksand ... | |
| Inequity solace, in your driven sate | |
| Seize your right to earn the same, she wants it | |
| How long must we wait before they take our side? | |
| Sordid Practice, engine overheated | |
| There' s no way to cool | |
| Turned up on your side | |
| The one that you choose | |
| Why should they mind | |
| Scared of what you' re thinking | |
| A strong resistant | |
| Sunday feeling, under weight of what' s to come | |
| Tired of living under thumb | |
| She wonders, why did you say what you said | |
| Silently living is death, shout him down | |
| It' s worth it, no compromises on this | |
| Turned up on your side | |
| The one that you choose | |
| Why should they mind | |
| Scared of what you' re thinking | |
| Scared of what you' re thinking | |
| She wonders, how long have we been senseless | |
| So tired and pensive | |
| Instead of stand up, stand to the side | |
| Feel a strong resistant |
| zuò cí : Cage, Capone, Quicksand ... | |
| Inequity solace, in your driven sate | |
| Seize your right to earn the same, she wants it | |
| How long must we wait before they take our side? | |
| Sordid Practice, engine overheated | |
| There' s no way to cool | |
| Turned up on your side | |
| The one that you choose | |
| Why should they mind | |
| Scared of what you' re thinking | |
| A strong resistant | |
| Sunday feeling, under weight of what' s to come | |
| Tired of living under thumb | |
| She wonders, why did you say what you said | |
| Silently living is death, shout him down | |
| It' s worth it, no compromises on this | |
| Turned up on your side | |
| The one that you choose | |
| Why should they mind | |
| Scared of what you' re thinking | |
| Scared of what you' re thinking | |
| She wonders, how long have we been senseless | |
| So tired and pensive | |
| Instead of stand up, stand to the side | |
| Feel a strong resistant |