| Song | Daily Season |
| Artist | Reptar |
| Album | Lurid Glow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I need relief | |
| From all the things I say | |
| Perhaps a smoke | |
| Precious breath | |
| Time and space | |
| Another open dream | |
| Tender-less told | |
| Like a cloudless sky | |
| The morning breaks | |
| For a minutes time | |
| Lights up my face | |
| And I am alone | |
| When I stand | |
| On the web I am | |
| It goes for miles and miles | |
| It never ends | |
| Damn this feeling open door | |
| (Yeah! Stay!) x3 | |
| I love my flesh | |
| When it’s wet | |
| Silent matter | |
| Fates of smoke | |
| When I lust | |
| Fates the master | |
| Yeah spending out | |
| Deepest threats | |
| God passed through | |
| My felts and desires | |
| I hope he hates that sound | |
| I hope it makes him cry |
| I need relief | |
| From all the things I say | |
| Perhaps a smoke | |
| Precious breath | |
| Time and space | |
| Another open dream | |
| Tenderless told | |
| Like a cloudless sky | |
| The morning breaks | |
| For a minutes time | |
| Lights up my face | |
| And I am alone | |
| When I stand | |
| On the web I am | |
| It goes for miles and miles | |
| It never ends | |
| Damn this feeling open door | |
| Yeah! Stay! x3 | |
| I love my flesh | |
| When it' s wet | |
| Silent matter | |
| Fates of smoke | |
| When I lust | |
| Fates the master | |
| Yeah spending out | |
| Deepest threats | |
| God passed through | |
| My felts and desires | |
| I hope he hates that sound | |
| I hope it makes him cry |
| I need relief | |
| From all the things I say | |
| Perhaps a smoke | |
| Precious breath | |
| Time and space | |
| Another open dream | |
| Tenderless told | |
| Like a cloudless sky | |
| The morning breaks | |
| For a minutes time | |
| Lights up my face | |
| And I am alone | |
| When I stand | |
| On the web I am | |
| It goes for miles and miles | |
| It never ends | |
| Damn this feeling open door | |
| Yeah! Stay! x3 | |
| I love my flesh | |
| When it' s wet | |
| Silent matter | |
| Fates of smoke | |
| When I lust | |
| Fates the master | |
| Yeah spending out | |
| Deepest threats | |
| God passed through | |
| My felts and desires | |
| I hope he hates that sound | |
| I hope it makes him cry |