| Song | Sick Soft Perfection |
| Artist | Subtle |
| Album | ExitingARM |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Drucker | |
| Seems it's become man's cross death lasting duty | |
| To dispose completely of the bright behind beauty | |
| And this word is somehow then killed, | |
| And put back as it's fake | |
| Like it was only kept outside apes in the first place | |
| Overworked words like 'beauty' are an undeserved sort of | |
| safety scissors for their purpose | |
| Were it only meant to be adapted to Hollywood dull, | |
| Leaving a red white & blind eye lain null | |
| Where beauty once saw only passage through the human skull | |
| With red white and | |
| The skull | |
| Six million ways to to to | |
| The skull | |
| Chose one | |
| With red white and | |
| The skull | |
| Six million ways to to to | |
| Chose one | |
| Will you soon become one of the many most-empty sons | |
| Hung to kill none and done | |
| Or will you beget a twice life yet | |
| Since effects are always wearing off | |
| The no-concern eclipse they so anticipate, | |
| As its perfect fight dream dissipates | |
| Across work weeks crashing | |
| And empty's open asking | |
| There is a sick soft god | |
| Human perfection, | |
| In someone's hard-to-find birdhead collection | |
| (x3) |
| zuo qu : Drucker | |
| Seems it' s become man' s cross death lasting duty | |
| To dispose completely of the bright behind beauty | |
| And this word is somehow then killed, | |
| And put back as it' s fake | |
| Like it was only kept outside apes in the first place | |
| Overworked words like ' beauty' are an undeserved sort of | |
| safety scissors for their purpose | |
| Were it only meant to be adapted to Hollywood dull, | |
| Leaving a red white blind eye lain null | |
| Where beauty once saw only passage through the human skull | |
| With red white and | |
| The skull | |
| Six million ways to to to | |
| The skull | |
| Chose one | |
| With red white and | |
| The skull | |
| Six million ways to to to | |
| Chose one | |
| Will you soon become one of the many mostempty sons | |
| Hung to kill none and done | |
| Or will you beget a twice life yet | |
| Since effects are always wearing off | |
| The noconcern eclipse they so anticipate, | |
| As its perfect fight dream dissipates | |
| Across work weeks crashing | |
| And empty' s open asking | |
| There is a sick soft god | |
| Human perfection, | |
| In someone' s hardtofind birdhead collection | |
| x3 |
| zuò qǔ : Drucker | |
| Seems it' s become man' s cross death lasting duty | |
| To dispose completely of the bright behind beauty | |
| And this word is somehow then killed, | |
| And put back as it' s fake | |
| Like it was only kept outside apes in the first place | |
| Overworked words like ' beauty' are an undeserved sort of | |
| safety scissors for their purpose | |
| Were it only meant to be adapted to Hollywood dull, | |
| Leaving a red white blind eye lain null | |
| Where beauty once saw only passage through the human skull | |
| With red white and | |
| The skull | |
| Six million ways to to to | |
| The skull | |
| Chose one | |
| With red white and | |
| The skull | |
| Six million ways to to to | |
| Chose one | |
| Will you soon become one of the many mostempty sons | |
| Hung to kill none and done | |
| Or will you beget a twice life yet | |
| Since effects are always wearing off | |
| The noconcern eclipse they so anticipate, | |
| As its perfect fight dream dissipates | |
| Across work weeks crashing | |
| And empty' s open asking | |
| There is a sick soft god | |
| Human perfection, | |
| In someone' s hardtofind birdhead collection | |
| x3 |