| Song | Cavity King |
| Artist | Project 86 |
| Album | And The Rest Will Follow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Project Eighty Six | |
| Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her | |
| Progress possession in blackmail entrails to | |
| Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade | |
| Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| This is regret in it's purest, a simple plan here | |
| You're on the trail of the hunted, haunted now | |
| Smiling and nodding, she'll go without a fight | |
| To your delight, she's unaware, she's helpless in your sights | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| Encounters though brief | |
| Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending | |
| You're the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips | |
| Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she's more than a story | |
| Your entries made public | |
| Your journals in crimson | |
| Her veins filled with red ink | |
| Your quill spills in crimson | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she's more than a story | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she's more than a story |
| zuo ci : Project Eighty Six | |
| Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her | |
| Progress possession in blackmail entrails to | |
| Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade | |
| Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| This is regret in it' s purest, a simple plan here | |
| You' re on the trail of the hunted, haunted now | |
| Smiling and nodding, she' ll go without a fight | |
| To your delight, she' s unaware, she' s helpless in your sights | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| Encounters though brief | |
| Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending | |
| You' re the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips | |
| Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she' s more than a story | |
| Your entries made public | |
| Your journals in crimson | |
| Her veins filled with red ink | |
| Your quill spills in crimson | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she' s more than a story | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she' s more than a story |
| zuò cí : Project Eighty Six | |
| Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her | |
| Progress possession in blackmail entrails to | |
| Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade | |
| Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| This is regret in it' s purest, a simple plan here | |
| You' re on the trail of the hunted, haunted now | |
| Smiling and nodding, she' ll go without a fight | |
| To your delight, she' s unaware, she' s helpless in your sights | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| Encounters though brief | |
| Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending | |
| You' re the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips | |
| Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she' s more than a story | |
| Your entries made public | |
| Your journals in crimson | |
| Her veins filled with red ink | |
| Your quill spills in crimson | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| Your quill still draws her in | |
| Red ink, spills from her veins | |
| In curses, in cursive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she' s more than a story | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she is alive | |
| I know, you ache | |
| But she' s more than a story |