| Song | Our Own Grave |
| Artist | All Shall Perish |
| Album | Hate.Malice.Revenge |
| 作曲 : All Shall Perish | |
| My ever waking contempt | |
| for our sick way of life | |
| steals from me any last hope | |
| for us as a species | |
| To survive ourselves | |
| I watch us breed, | |
| I watch us drown in our oily | |
| Seas of greed | |
| forever lost... | |
| A time before the machine | |
| manufactured ideals pushed onus all day a | |
| Few shall dictate as we fall | |
| Disillusioned I tear away | |
| all the bullshit fed to me every day | |
| Choking As I'm smothered | |
| in the media Swarms of pressured thoughts | |
| distorted truths are your words for me | |
| Manufactured ideals pushed On us all | |
| a few shall decide as we all fall | |
| disillusioned I tear away | |
| All the bullshit fed to me Everyday | |
| our world stands on its last withering legs | |
| and I struggle to | |
| Find a reason to care | |
| For your pained screams are echoed in the laughter of those | |
| who seal Our fate... | |
| they seal our fate | |
| My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals | |
| from me any Last hope for... | |
| Survival of us | |
| As a species lost | |
| I watch us dig our grave | |
| our own ****ing grave |
| zuò qǔ : All Shall Perish | |
| My ever waking contempt | |
| for our sick way of life | |
| steals from me any last hope | |
| for us as a species | |
| To survive ourselves | |
| I watch us breed, | |
| I watch us drown in our oily | |
| Seas of greed | |
| forever lost... | |
| A time before the machine | |
| manufactured ideals pushed onus all day a | |
| Few shall dictate as we fall | |
| Disillusioned I tear away | |
| all the bullshit fed to me every day | |
| Choking As I' m smothered | |
| in the media Swarms of pressured thoughts | |
| distorted truths are your words for me | |
| Manufactured ideals pushed On us all | |
| a few shall decide as we all fall | |
| disillusioned I tear away | |
| All the bullshit fed to me Everyday | |
| our world stands on its last withering legs | |
| and I struggle to | |
| Find a reason to care | |
| For your pained screams are echoed in the laughter of those | |
| who seal Our fate... | |
| they seal our fate | |
| My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals | |
| from me any Last hope for... | |
| Survival of us | |
| As a species lost | |
| I watch us dig our grave | |
| our own ing grave |