| Song | Digestive Ceremony |
| Artist | Circle of Dead Children |
| Album | The Genocide Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Circle Of Dead Children | |
| I'd love to run your fingers through my heart | |
| Feel the ruin | |
| Smell the caustic stench | |
| Sweep me in the corner and forget I'll stay there until the sun has set:one | |
| million times | |
| With my crust ablaze everybody sees the feeling | |
| Everybody chokes on the dust of a smoldering ego | |
| Your face I remember | |
| Your taste I will never forget | |
| The dogs feast on each sour breath | |
| It's like they remember. | |
| It's like they remember | |
| Sweep me into the corner and forget | |
| Because the dogs, they will always know | |
| They know my blood | |
| Every stone I had carefully placed, now washed away and eroded | |
| The dam to my psyche, washed away and eroded | |
| I pick at each scar and remember each name | |
| Your faces I remember | |
| Gratify me with the dogs now | |
| The respect of the corner | |
| In the corner I am alive | |
| You can never take that from me |
| zuo qu : Circle Of Dead Children | |
| I' d love to run your fingers through my heart | |
| Feel the ruin | |
| Smell the caustic stench | |
| Sweep me in the corner and forget I' ll stay there until the sun has set: one | |
| million times | |
| With my crust ablaze everybody sees the feeling | |
| Everybody chokes on the dust of a smoldering ego | |
| Your face I remember | |
| Your taste I will never forget | |
| The dogs feast on each sour breath | |
| It' s like they remember. | |
| It' s like they remember | |
| Sweep me into the corner and forget | |
| Because the dogs, they will always know | |
| They know my blood | |
| Every stone I had carefully placed, now washed away and eroded | |
| The dam to my psyche, washed away and eroded | |
| I pick at each scar and remember each name | |
| Your faces I remember | |
| Gratify me with the dogs now | |
| The respect of the corner | |
| In the corner I am alive | |
| You can never take that from me |
| zuò qǔ : Circle Of Dead Children | |
| I' d love to run your fingers through my heart | |
| Feel the ruin | |
| Smell the caustic stench | |
| Sweep me in the corner and forget I' ll stay there until the sun has set: one | |
| million times | |
| With my crust ablaze everybody sees the feeling | |
| Everybody chokes on the dust of a smoldering ego | |
| Your face I remember | |
| Your taste I will never forget | |
| The dogs feast on each sour breath | |
| It' s like they remember. | |
| It' s like they remember | |
| Sweep me into the corner and forget | |
| Because the dogs, they will always know | |
| They know my blood | |
| Every stone I had carefully placed, now washed away and eroded | |
| The dam to my psyche, washed away and eroded | |
| I pick at each scar and remember each name | |
| Your faces I remember | |
| Gratify me with the dogs now | |
| The respect of the corner | |
| In the corner I am alive | |
| You can never take that from me |