Candidate - Joy Division (快乐分裂)
Forced by the pressure
The territories marked
No longer the pleasure
Oh I've since lost the heart
Corrupted from memory
Well longer the power
It's creeping up slowly
That last fatal hour
Please keep your distance
The trail leads to here
There's blood on your fingers
Brought on by fear
I campaigned for nothing
I worked hard for this
I tried to get to you
You treat me like this
