| Song | Through Smudged Lenses |
| Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
| Album | Character |
| 作词 : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
| Let no one be themselves | |
| Turn of the century lies | |
| Not within the others | |
| Turn on the wretchful eye | |
| The blindness ends tonight | |
| Shelter for the shattered | |
| In unison we strive | |
| Dare to disassociate | |
| And cut the blinds that tie | |
| Abstractualize further | |
| To the ends of fact and foe | |
| Will it out of meaning | |
| As silence speaks the truth | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| I want to see you stand | |
| Atop the Pantheon of fiction and your failure | |
| Grasping for a hiding place | |
| Among indifferent stones | |
| A brief reflection | |
| It sets the soul apart | |
| No selection | |
| It tears our world apart | |
| These walls are protecting us | |
| Burn them to the ground | |
| This haven of refuge | |
| Burn it to the ground | |
| So smudge the lens a little | |
| Muffle the voice | |
| Phase out of sound a while | |
| And let it go | |
| Citizens of choice | |
| In a twilight world of your design | |
| Left to our devices | |
| We stumble on | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| Burn it to the ground | |
| No firewall will save you | |
| Burn it to the ground | |
| Take me to the keep | |
| And bare the darkest void | |
| Thousandfold the agony | |
| Of silenced screams alone | |
| Tune right out of static | |
| Exorcise the dark | |
| How else can we move on | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| I want to see you die |
| zuò cí : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
| Let no one be themselves | |
| Turn of the century lies | |
| Not within the others | |
| Turn on the wretchful eye | |
| The blindness ends tonight | |
| Shelter for the shattered | |
| In unison we strive | |
| Dare to disassociate | |
| And cut the blinds that tie | |
| Abstractualize further | |
| To the ends of fact and foe | |
| Will it out of meaning | |
| As silence speaks the truth | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| I want to see you stand | |
| Atop the Pantheon of fiction and your failure | |
| Grasping for a hiding place | |
| Among indifferent stones | |
| A brief reflection | |
| It sets the soul apart | |
| No selection | |
| It tears our world apart | |
| These walls are protecting us | |
| Burn them to the ground | |
| This haven of refuge | |
| Burn it to the ground | |
| So smudge the lens a little | |
| Muffle the voice | |
| Phase out of sound a while | |
| And let it go | |
| Citizens of choice | |
| In a twilight world of your design | |
| Left to our devices | |
| We stumble on | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| Burn it to the ground | |
| No firewall will save you | |
| Burn it to the ground | |
| Take me to the keep | |
| And bare the darkest void | |
| Thousandfold the agony | |
| Of silenced screams alone | |
| Tune right out of static | |
| Exorcise the dark | |
| How else can we move on | |
| I want to hear you scream | |
| I want to see you die |