| Song | Handful of nothing |
| Artist | Pain of Salvation |
| Album | One hour by the concrete lake |
| 作曲 : Gidenlow | |
| [Music: D.Gildenlow] ' | |
| In time of war the first casualty is truth.' ' | |
| What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?' | |
| We've seen it before but safe on our suburb screens | |
| Now I am here in the flesh | |
| A witness of war in this godforsaken scene | |
| Far from those grey walls | |
| See children with guns hatred and fear in their eyes | |
| They shoot to release their pain | |
| A conflict to solve no matter if someone dies | |
| Protecting our interests... | |
| Look around, soon there'll be but ruins to be found | |
| Winner will be the last that stands | |
| Lethal moves in a game of chess for the depraved | |
| King or Pawn? | |
| Are you worth to save? (What is the prize for this game we play?) (And who are the ones that finally pay?) | |
| If we eat more we'll get a handful of nothing | |
| We'll be swallowing dirt | |
| If we push more we'll get a fistful of enough | |
| We'll be swallowing blood | |
| They told me that we could actually save human lives | |
| That armies would preserve the peace | |
| And my work would save, solve and build bonds | |
| Only lies! | |
| And I fed their wallets... | |
| It's strange how we speak of civilised views | |
| While we buy that media warface they sell | |
| A makeup for "Them" so we can decide who's to die | |
| Cause we love it easy: | |
| Here they are - take a good look at the beasts of war! | |
| Let the rain wash that paint away: | |
| Deep inside everyone's a mothers little child | |
| Longing home, lost and led astray | |
| And we prey on this decay! | |
| If we eat more we'll get a handful of nothing | |
| We'll be left with the dirt | |
| If we push more we'll get a fistful of enough | |
| I leave this machine... | |
| I left my life to ease my pain | |
| But I cannot find that cleansing rain... | |
| Look around soon there'll be but ruins to be found | |
| We can change - it's all in our minds... [-D. Gildenlow] | |
| Step by step hate controls every heart every soul | |
| Every gun pointed at those we paint as | |
| Enemies We provide what they need to let the game proceed | |
| Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear | |
| Arm to solve, kill to save... | |
| God I've felt how it smells! "My land's my home" - we're blind! | |
| I'm sick of the blood | |
| I find! Step by step greed controls every heart every soul | |
| Arm to kill, kill to live - | |
| God how could | |
| I believe... |
| zuò qǔ : Gidenlow | |
| Music: D. Gildenlow ' | |
| In time of war the first casualty is truth.' ' | |
| What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?' | |
| We' ve seen it before but safe on our suburb screens | |
| Now I am here in the flesh | |
| A witness of war in this godforsaken scene | |
| Far from those grey walls | |
| See children with guns hatred and fear in their eyes | |
| They shoot to release their pain | |
| A conflict to solve no matter if someone dies | |
| Protecting our interests... | |
| Look around, soon there' ll be but ruins to be found | |
| Winner will be the last that stands | |
| Lethal moves in a game of chess for the depraved | |
| King or Pawn? | |
| Are you worth to save? What is the prize for this game we play? And who are the ones that finally pay? | |
| If we eat more we' ll get a handful of nothing | |
| We' ll be swallowing dirt | |
| If we push more we' ll get a fistful of enough | |
| We' ll be swallowing blood | |
| They told me that we could actually save human lives | |
| That armies would preserve the peace | |
| And my work would save, solve and build bonds | |
| Only lies! | |
| And I fed their wallets... | |
| It' s strange how we speak of civilised views | |
| While we buy that media warface they sell | |
| A makeup for " Them" so we can decide who' s to die | |
| Cause we love it easy: | |
| Here they are take a good look at the beasts of war! | |
| Let the rain wash that paint away: | |
| Deep inside everyone' s a mothers little child | |
| Longing home, lost and led astray | |
| And we prey on this decay! | |
| If we eat more we' ll get a handful of nothing | |
| We' ll be left with the dirt | |
| If we push more we' ll get a fistful of enough | |
| I leave this machine... | |
| I left my life to ease my pain | |
| But I cannot find that cleansing rain... | |
| Look around soon there' ll be but ruins to be found | |
| We can change it' s all in our minds... D. Gildenlow | |
| Step by step hate controls every heart every soul | |
| Every gun pointed at those we paint as | |
| Enemies We provide what they need to let the game proceed | |
| Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear | |
| Arm to solve, kill to save... | |
| God I' ve felt how it smells! " My land' s my home" we' re blind! | |
| I' m sick of the blood | |
| I find! Step by step greed controls every heart every soul | |
| Arm to kill, kill to live | |
| God how could | |
| I believe... |