| Song | Acathisia |
| Artist | Tilt |
| Album | 'Til It Kills |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cinder Block | |
| One laydown machine | |
| Burned a road | |
| Right through the prairie | |
| Stream of boiling ash | |
| Painted up with perfect lines | |
| Discount labor packing | |
| Each lane | |
| Bargain basement homes | |
| Sewn to the road | |
| Slipshod directions | |
| Do not explain | |
| I got these shoes for nothing | |
| And they have lasted me forever | |
| Searching up and down the lost highway | |
| I can read the grid | |
| I have memorized the key | |
| Counting every inch | |
| From C-4 to | |
| J-3 I can think in scale ' | |
| Cause I know it ain't | |
| On my map | |
| Scraping off the typeset | |
| Dig into the atlas | |
| Well they can paint it up | |
| Make it appear to go somewhere | |
| Well they can paint it up | |
| But I know where it doesn't lead |
| zuo qu : Cinder Block | |
| One laydown machine | |
| Burned a road | |
| Right through the prairie | |
| Stream of boiling ash | |
| Painted up with perfect lines | |
| Discount labor packing | |
| Each lane | |
| Bargain basement homes | |
| Sewn to the road | |
| Slipshod directions | |
| Do not explain | |
| I got these shoes for nothing | |
| And they have lasted me forever | |
| Searching up and down the lost highway | |
| I can read the grid | |
| I have memorized the key | |
| Counting every inch | |
| From C4 to | |
| J3 I can think in scale ' | |
| Cause I know it ain' t | |
| On my map | |
| Scraping off the typeset | |
| Dig into the atlas | |
| Well they can paint it up | |
| Make it appear to go somewhere | |
| Well they can paint it up | |
| But I know where it doesn' t lead |
| zuò qǔ : Cinder Block | |
| One laydown machine | |
| Burned a road | |
| Right through the prairie | |
| Stream of boiling ash | |
| Painted up with perfect lines | |
| Discount labor packing | |
| Each lane | |
| Bargain basement homes | |
| Sewn to the road | |
| Slipshod directions | |
| Do not explain | |
| I got these shoes for nothing | |
| And they have lasted me forever | |
| Searching up and down the lost highway | |
| I can read the grid | |
| I have memorized the key | |
| Counting every inch | |
| From C4 to | |
| J3 I can think in scale ' | |
| Cause I know it ain' t | |
| On my map | |
| Scraping off the typeset | |
| Dig into the atlas | |
| Well they can paint it up | |
| Make it appear to go somewhere | |
| Well they can paint it up | |
| But I know where it doesn' t lead |