| Song | Broken Peace |
| Artist | Prong |
| Album | Cleansing |
| 作词 : Prong | |
| tell you something clearly tell you something real but you tell me nothing you never do nothing real your kind it keeps on cutting | |
| division you create now its all exploding soon nothing left to break no hope in complaining all this lay in ruin its a time for mending | |
| gathering of the wounds |
| zuò cí : Prong | |
| tell you something clearly tell you something real but you tell me nothing you never do nothing real your kind it keeps on cutting | |
| division you create now its all exploding soon nothing left to break no hope in complaining all this lay in ruin its a time for mending | |
| gathering of the wounds |