| Song | Defusing the Popular Struggle |
| Artist | Good Riddance |
| Album | Symptoms Of A Leveling Spirit |
| 作曲 : Rankin | |
| Once lost we will never find our way | |
| Shutting down we抮e devoid of things to say | |
| Prospects are growing worse with every hour | |
| With no voice it seems we抳e got no power | |
| Overcome by headlines | |
| We believe what isn抰 true | |
| You抳e got no empathy for anyone but you | |
| Our moral contradictions | |
| And subjective, hollow tomes | |
| Perpetuate the fear asphyxiating us at home so | |
| Seems like there抯 no place left to hide | |
| From the cold, amorphous dread | |
| That we all feel inside | |
| Actions might dictate who survives | |
| The hopelessness which punctuates | |
| Our empty lives | |
| Could there be something | |
| I need a reason | |
| Could there be anything at all | |
| Systems of technology which once kept us | |
| Informed | |
| Now endeavor to perpetuate the norm | |
| Privatization of concentrated wealth | |
| While millions still suffer | |
| In dilapidated health so | |
| Who cares to calculate | |
| What indigence will cost | |
| How will we replicated urbanity that抯 lost | |
| The curtain falls on the ultimate disgrace | |
| We hunger for equality | |
| Though we抳e never had a taste | |
| The irony will make you laugh | |
| Intervene on our behalf | |
| To undo this mask of false complicity | |
| The despotic, right-wing government | |
| Has manufactured our consent | |
| Can we entrust ourselves | |
| To transform their doctrine to dissent |
| zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
| Once lost we will never find our way | |
| Shutting down we zhěn e devoid of things to say | |
| Prospects are growing worse with every hour | |
| With no voice it seems we nǐ e got no power | |
| Overcome by headlines | |
| We believe what isn yāng true | |
| You nǐ e got no empathy for anyone but you | |
| Our moral contradictions | |
| And subjective, hollow tomes | |
| Perpetuate the fear asphyxiating us at home so | |
| Seems like there zhā no place left to hide | |
| From the cold, amorphous dread | |
| That we all feel inside | |
| Actions might dictate who survives | |
| The hopelessness which punctuates | |
| Our empty lives | |
| Could there be something | |
| I need a reason | |
| Could there be anything at all | |
| Systems of technology which once kept us | |
| Informed | |
| Now endeavor to perpetuate the norm | |
| Privatization of concentrated wealth | |
| While millions still suffer | |
| In dilapidated health so | |
| Who cares to calculate | |
| What indigence will cost | |
| How will we replicated urbanity that zhā lost | |
| The curtain falls on the ultimate disgrace | |
| We hunger for equality | |
| Though we nǐ e never had a taste | |
| The irony will make you laugh | |
| Intervene on our behalf | |
| To undo this mask of false complicity | |
| The despotic, rightwing government | |
| Has manufactured our consent | |
| Can we entrust ourselves | |
| To transform their doctrine to dissent |