| Song | Cemetery Like A Stage |
| Artist | Norma Jean |
| Album | Redeemer |
| 作曲 : Norma Jean | |
| There will be no more color | |
| Broken I stand here | |
| A new creation | |
| On the stage of history | |
| Where map and compass | |
| Mean nothing at all | |
| The arrows are in me | |
| My spirit drinks poison | |
| I joined the avalanche | |
| Just to feel alive | |
| I remember sitting in | |
| My mothers room | |
| And I watched them cry | |
| We're not supposed to be here | |
| Tonight I will sleep on the floor | |
| Oh, such weight | |
| All colors rushing back | |
| Restoring frail life | |
| We're broken here | |
| We're ruined here | |
| There are strangers | |
| In my house | |
| Tripping over | |
| Themselves to | |
| White wash this | |
| Disaster | |
| I am young but | |
| I'm not blind | |
| All colors rushing back | |
| Restoring frail life | |
| We're broken here | |
| We're ruined here | |
| The Voice of Heaven | |
| Speaks with time | |
| A new understanding | |
| Dedication | |
| This will never fade | |
| I guess the body | |
| Means nothing, means nothing at all | |
| Broken and unbroken | |
| All colors rushing back | |
| Restoring frail life | |
| We're broken here | |
| We're ruined here |
| zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
| There will be no more color | |
| Broken I stand here | |
| A new creation | |
| On the stage of history | |
| Where map and compass | |
| Mean nothing at all | |
| The arrows are in me | |
| My spirit drinks poison | |
| I joined the avalanche | |
| Just to feel alive | |
| I remember sitting in | |
| My mothers room | |
| And I watched them cry | |
| We' re not supposed to be here | |
| Tonight I will sleep on the floor | |
| Oh, such weight | |
| All colors rushing back | |
| Restoring frail life | |
| We' re broken here | |
| We' re ruined here | |
| There are strangers | |
| In my house | |
| Tripping over | |
| Themselves to | |
| White wash this | |
| Disaster | |
| I am young but | |
| I' m not blind | |
| All colors rushing back | |
| Restoring frail life | |
| We' re broken here | |
| We' re ruined here | |
| The Voice of Heaven | |
| Speaks with time | |
| A new understanding | |
| Dedication | |
| This will never fade | |
| I guess the body | |
| Means nothing, means nothing at all | |
| Broken and unbroken | |
| All colors rushing back | |
| Restoring frail life | |
| We' re broken here | |
| We' re ruined here |