| Song | Cornered |
| Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
| Album | Exposures - In Retrospect And Denial |
| There never was a night like this | |
| How could there ever be? | |
| Through sweat and velvet misery | |
| The fever race in me | |
| Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
| Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
| What the mirror sees is the clutching at straws | |
| Taking us under | |
| The storm of the ocean, this velvety crush | |
| Ring corners, firm in the outrage | |
| Synaptic patterns, waves contort | |
| Break into these cellular walls | |
| Why?Globes of disease, infest my dreams | |
| And burning the ends of my veins | |
| Pattern and form, the squares cling fast | |
| We’ll dance the tide now | |
| Could never bare another night | |
| Although I know it'll come | |
| The freezing ends of what is me | |
| The icy rages free | |
| Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
| Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
| Take hold of the boundaries, the | |
| Perimeter | |
| SeaBurn, enflame the oppressors | |
| But if four was one in a corner alone | |
| Recovering, licking the wounds | |
| Delirium coming, the weakness kicks in | |
| Resigning, cornered within |
| There never was a night like this | |
| How could there ever be? | |
| Through sweat and velvet misery | |
| The fever race in me | |
| Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
| Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
| What the mirror sees is the clutching at straws | |
| Taking us under | |
| The storm of the ocean, this velvety crush | |
| Ring corners, firm in the outrage | |
| Synaptic patterns, waves contort | |
| Break into these cellular walls | |
| Why? Globes of disease, infest my dreams | |
| And burning the ends of my veins | |
| Pattern and form, the squares cling fast | |
| We' ll dance the tide now | |
| Could never bare another night | |
| Although I know it' ll come | |
| The freezing ends of what is me | |
| The icy rages free | |
| Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
| Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
| Take hold of the boundaries, the | |
| Perimeter | |
| SeaBurn, enflame the oppressors | |
| But if four was one in a corner alone | |
| Recovering, licking the wounds | |
| Delirium coming, the weakness kicks in | |
| Resigning, cornered within |