| Song | Penetration Point |
| Artist | Nasty Savage |
| Album | Penetration Point |
| 作曲 : Austin, Galletti | |
| Music-Dave | |
| Lyrics-Ron | |
| Live in the night | |
| To wake up this morning | |
| Weapons of thought | |
| From the Clouds of unknowing | |
| Naked target on the | |
| Beam of life | |
| Your personality | |
| Comes with the sunlight | |
| Dogday dreamscape | |
| Woven into conjunction | |
| Snake to strike | |
| Bitten to die | |
| Step back a few paces | |
| Oh no The flow of situations | |
| Dealer in fantasy | |
| With your | |
| Life style factories | |
| It must be tight tonight | |
| Did you penetrate | |
| Act of power of entering | |
| Couldn't you make a way | |
| Live in the night | |
| To wake up this morning | |
| Weapons of thought | |
| From the Clouds of unknowing | |
| Naked target on the | |
| Beam of life | |
| Your personality | |
| Comes with the sunlight | |
| Is this the last stop | |
| Penetration point | |
| In this vast design of things | |
| A dead run all the way | |
| Tired now | |
| Running, waiting, wanting | |
| Maybe it's | |
| Wishful thinking | |
| In this tree line | |
| Little world |
| zuò qǔ : Austin, Galletti | |
| MusicDave | |
| LyricsRon | |
| Live in the night | |
| To wake up this morning | |
| Weapons of thought | |
| From the Clouds of unknowing | |
| Naked target on the | |
| Beam of life | |
| Your personality | |
| Comes with the sunlight | |
| Dogday dreamscape | |
| Woven into conjunction | |
| Snake to strike | |
| Bitten to die | |
| Step back a few paces | |
| Oh no The flow of situations | |
| Dealer in fantasy | |
| With your | |
| Life style factories | |
| It must be tight tonight | |
| Did you penetrate | |
| Act of power of entering | |
| Couldn' t you make a way | |
| Live in the night | |
| To wake up this morning | |
| Weapons of thought | |
| From the Clouds of unknowing | |
| Naked target on the | |
| Beam of life | |
| Your personality | |
| Comes with the sunlight | |
| Is this the last stop | |
| Penetration point | |
| In this vast design of things | |
| A dead run all the way | |
| Tired now | |
| Running, waiting, wanting | |
| Maybe it' s | |
| Wishful thinking | |
| In this tree line | |
| Little world |