| Song | Properly Balanced |
| Artist | The Honorary Title |
| Album | The Honorary Title |
| 作曲 : Gorbel | |
| Small bolts of blood shoot across the circumference, of his, of his eyes | |
| The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage | |
| Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise | |
| It's getting old now | |
| It's getting old now | |
| It's getting old | |
| Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced 'cause | |
| I was there now for the worst part of it | |
| Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
| Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by | |
| His breath now breathes unfullfilment | |
| Which for a moment he just pushes aside | |
| It's getting old now | |
| It's getting old now | |
| It's getting old | |
| Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested | |
| Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced 'cause | |
| I was there now for the worst part of this (x2) | |
| I twitch and cling to these, these images that | |
| I foreseen | |
| I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings | |
| I don't wanna hear, | |
| I don't wanna hear, | |
| I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2) | |
| Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
| Holding its breath as it all passes by | |
| You know, as it all passes by | |
| I don't wanna hear, | |
| I don't wanna hear, | |
| I don't wanna hear, it anymore (x2) |
| zuò qǔ : Gorbel | |
| Small bolts of blood shoot across the circumference, of his, of his eyes | |
| The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage | |
| Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise | |
| It' s getting old now | |
| It' s getting old now | |
| It' s getting old | |
| Don' t call me when you' re moods are properly balanced ' cause | |
| I was there now for the worst part of it | |
| Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
| Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by | |
| His breath now breathes unfullfilment | |
| Which for a moment he just pushes aside | |
| It' s getting old now | |
| It' s getting old now | |
| It' s getting old | |
| Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested | |
| Don' t call me when you' re moods are properly balanced ' cause | |
| I was there now for the worst part of this x2 | |
| I twitch and cling to these, these images that | |
| I foreseen | |
| I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings | |
| I don' t wanna hear, | |
| I don' t wanna hear, | |
| I don' t wanna hear it anymore x2 | |
| Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
| Holding its breath as it all passes by | |
| You know, as it all passes by | |
| I don' t wanna hear, | |
| I don' t wanna hear, | |
| I don' t wanna hear, it anymore x2 |