| Song | The Misinformation Age |
| Artist | Darkest Hour |
| Album | Hidden Hands of a Sadist Nation (Re-Issue) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Darkest Hour | |
| So serene is the bleached white scene | |
| Of a thousand crimes you'll never see on | |
| TV Swept away only to pave the new way | |
| This misinformation age is upon us all | |
| Waking up to the sound | |
| Another muffled cry for peace | |
| Waking up to the sound | |
| Another muffled cry for truth | |
| Cut out the eyes | |
| Of anyone and everyone | |
| Who might see through the lie | |
| Ignore the cries | |
| Before it all | |
| Becomes all to clear | |
| Comes crashing down | |
| Fill their heads with a false sense of security | |
| Fill their heads with fear | |
| Embracing ignorance is the new way | |
| Of keeping the huddled masses in line | |
| Silent servants rise up | |
| And make yourselves be heard |
| zuo qu : Darkest Hour | |
| So serene is the bleached white scene | |
| Of a thousand crimes you' ll never see on | |
| TV Swept away only to pave the new way | |
| This misinformation age is upon us all | |
| Waking up to the sound | |
| Another muffled cry for peace | |
| Waking up to the sound | |
| Another muffled cry for truth | |
| Cut out the eyes | |
| Of anyone and everyone | |
| Who might see through the lie | |
| Ignore the cries | |
| Before it all | |
| Becomes all to clear | |
| Comes crashing down | |
| Fill their heads with a false sense of security | |
| Fill their heads with fear | |
| Embracing ignorance is the new way | |
| Of keeping the huddled masses in line | |
| Silent servants rise up | |
| And make yourselves be heard |
| zuò qǔ : Darkest Hour | |
| So serene is the bleached white scene | |
| Of a thousand crimes you' ll never see on | |
| TV Swept away only to pave the new way | |
| This misinformation age is upon us all | |
| Waking up to the sound | |
| Another muffled cry for peace | |
| Waking up to the sound | |
| Another muffled cry for truth | |
| Cut out the eyes | |
| Of anyone and everyone | |
| Who might see through the lie | |
| Ignore the cries | |
| Before it all | |
| Becomes all to clear | |
| Comes crashing down | |
| Fill their heads with a false sense of security | |
| Fill their heads with fear | |
| Embracing ignorance is the new way | |
| Of keeping the huddled masses in line | |
| Silent servants rise up | |
| And make yourselves be heard |