| Song | Silence On A Crowded Train |
| Artist | Entrance |
| Album | Prayer Of Death |
| 作词 : Blakeslee | |
| Children of God playing musical chairs | |
| Out of confusion and into despair | |
| Out of despair and into malaise | |
| A dead end game everyone plays | |
| Though all are aware | |
| Children of heaven just can't understand | |
| Step over the body of the suffering man | |
| Out of discomfort and into distain | |
| Believing in ruins, detatched and ashamed | |
| Children of lies in an empty diguise | |
| Never quite learned how to open their eyes | |
| Looking at nothing they see even less | |
| Only illusions can calm their distress | |
| A crowded train frozen still in the night | |
| Deafening silence considered polite | |
| Not a word spoken for a desperate hour | |
| Eyes turn away | |
| No contact's made | |
| Ice cold neon light |
| zuò cí : Blakeslee | |
| Children of God playing musical chairs | |
| Out of confusion and into despair | |
| Out of despair and into malaise | |
| A dead end game everyone plays | |
| Though all are aware | |
| Children of heaven just can' t understand | |
| Step over the body of the suffering man | |
| Out of discomfort and into distain | |
| Believing in ruins, detatched and ashamed | |
| Children of lies in an empty diguise | |
| Never quite learned how to open their eyes | |
| Looking at nothing they see even less | |
| Only illusions can calm their distress | |
| A crowded train frozen still in the night | |
| Deafening silence considered polite | |
| Not a word spoken for a desperate hour | |
| Eyes turn away | |
| No contact' s made | |
| Ice cold neon light |