| Song | Translation of Fixes |
| Artist | Twelve Tribes |
| Album | The Rebirth Of Tragedy |
| 作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| I resort to impulse to escape the living | |
| Facedown in your indifference | |
| Waiting to fall in line | |
| And I was never impressed | |
| With your addiction to conscience | |
| Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius | |
| And I've been misled to believe that | |
| I was alone it always turns out better this way | |
| Sedated so you won't have to feel a thing | |
| I resort to impulse to escape the living | |
| Counting the imperfections | |
| Down the lines of my face | |
| When all the regrets and failures | |
| In you were so obvious | |
| Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul | |
| And I've been caught between | |
| What's real and what's for sale | |
| I'm not the one who profits | |
| From stainless masquerades | |
| I've come to terms with my fixations | |
| And all your failing attempts | |
| Faithful performances | |
| The timelessness of your act | |
| Won't be the end of me |
| zuò qǔ : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| I resort to impulse to escape the living | |
| Facedown in your indifference | |
| Waiting to fall in line | |
| And I was never impressed | |
| With your addiction to conscience | |
| Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius | |
| And I' ve been misled to believe that | |
| I was alone it always turns out better this way | |
| Sedated so you won' t have to feel a thing | |
| I resort to impulse to escape the living | |
| Counting the imperfections | |
| Down the lines of my face | |
| When all the regrets and failures | |
| In you were so obvious | |
| Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul | |
| And I' ve been caught between | |
| What' s real and what' s for sale | |
| I' m not the one who profits | |
| From stainless masquerades | |
| I' ve come to terms with my fixations | |
| And all your failing attempts | |
| Faithful performances | |
| The timelessness of your act | |
| Won' t be the end of me |