| Song | Injecting Dementia |
| Artist | Yyrkoon |
| Album | Unhealthy Opera |
| 作曲 : Yyrkoon | |
| Chaos and plague horizon | |
| Is the remaining theater that you can see | |
| Dust and rotten wasted flesh | |
| Is the result game of the ancient gods | |
| Here and there forever | |
| The machinery of darkness evolves without end | |
| Ghost of lost earth ideal | |
| Is still shining alone on the fertile land | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Under control of fear | |
| My eyes are exposed to inscrutable scenes | |
| Feast of souls to deny | |
| Hundred year's judgement of forgotten faith | |
| Each of us are breathing for | |
| Escape to this perilous era | |
| Dare the black god's balance | |
| Nothing could stop this infinite fall | |
| Senses | |
| Altered by all | |
| Life | |
| Virtual mirror | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Bowled over by unfathonable depths | |
| I made out so far as you can see | |
| Faces of jet-black, smooth like glass | |
| Coating of pitch that realm of dead | |
| Throws on those creeping shores... |
| zuò qǔ : Yyrkoon | |
| Chaos and plague horizon | |
| Is the remaining theater that you can see | |
| Dust and rotten wasted flesh | |
| Is the result game of the ancient gods | |
| Here and there forever | |
| The machinery of darkness evolves without end | |
| Ghost of lost earth ideal | |
| Is still shining alone on the fertile land | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Under control of fear | |
| My eyes are exposed to inscrutable scenes | |
| Feast of souls to deny | |
| Hundred year' s judgement of forgotten faith | |
| Each of us are breathing for | |
| Escape to this perilous era | |
| Dare the black god' s balance | |
| Nothing could stop this infinite fall | |
| Senses | |
| Altered by all | |
| Life | |
| Virtual mirror | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Injecting Dementia | |
| Bowled over by unfathonable depths | |
| I made out so far as you can see | |
| Faces of jetblack, smooth like glass | |
| Coating of pitch that realm of dead | |
| Throws on those creeping shores... |