| Song | The Bacchanal Affair |
| Artist | It Dies Today |
| Album | Sirens |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Hatalak | |
| Tonight, we're drunk upon our nostalgia | |
| So raise a glass to the black maria | |
| Through laughter seems to soothe the pain | |
| Of adoring what I violate | |
| I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create | |
| When we're feigning every red letter day | |
| The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration | |
| Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed | |
| Feigning all our adoration | |
| Dissembling passion, our foreplay to debauchery | |
| A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails | |
| Intoxicates, fair Judas goat, now you've got your sheep | |
| I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create | |
| When we're feigning every red letter day | |
| The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration | |
| Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed | |
| Feigning all our adoration | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam | |
| The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration | |
| Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed | |
| Feigning all our adoration | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Hatalak | |
| Tonight, we' re drunk upon our nostalgia | |
| So raise a glass to the black maria | |
| Through laughter seems to soothe the pain | |
| Of adoring what I violate | |
| I' m sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create | |
| When we' re feigning every red letter day | |
| The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration | |
| Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed | |
| Feigning all our adoration | |
| Dissembling passion, our foreplay to debauchery | |
| A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails | |
| Intoxicates, fair Judas goat, now you' ve got your sheep | |
| I' m sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create | |
| When we' re feigning every red letter day | |
| The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration | |
| Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed | |
| Feigning all our adoration | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam | |
| The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration | |
| Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed | |
| Feigning all our adoration | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam | |
| Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home | |
| There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam |