| Song | King of loss |
| Artist | Pain of Salvation |
| Album | The perfect element Part I |
| 作曲 : Gildenlöw | |
| Mother, at my first breath | |
| Every paragraph was set | |
| As I inhaled the scent of debt | |
| Mother, that first stolen air | |
| On papers saying I'm not mine | |
| "We crown you, the King of Loss... | |
| Better get on your feet | |
| Best be one of us | |
| Better get yourself on the list | |
| For success | |
| Dress up as a State investment | |
| Charm the press | |
| A breed from the seed of only | |
| One short breath" | |
| Mother, hence we cry: | |
| Some of us are free to stand | |
| Most of us are bound to lie | |
| In those bloodstained beds | |
| No one can afford to pay | |
| The prices on their babies' heads | |
| I am the King of Loss! | |
| For every dear smile I feel I'm not one of us | |
| "An ivory coin for every plus on your stone" | |
| "One more governmental blade | |
| Now drawn from its sheath | |
| Quite a bargain I'd say since either way | |
| You will live by the show of our teeth!" | |
| Mother, I wish that we could talk | |
| You see | |
| I'm not fit to play this game | |
| Bound by its rules just the same | |
| My talents turned to talons | |
| Every monetary pile | |
| Will buy me a precious smile... | |
| smile... | |
| So smile for the King of Loss | |
| Feed from the juices | |
| Bleeding from this cross | |
| Then tell me our lives mean more | |
| Than this vain thirst! | |
| "A governmental blade | |
| Drawn from its private sheath | |
| Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way | |
| You'll be living by the show of our..." | |
| I hold up my head | |
| This was my life | |
| Now I'm with the dead | |
| So I lay my bare neck | |
| This is your call | |
| Dub a king or a wreck | |
| (Mother, listen to me mother) | |
| This was my life | |
| This is your call | |
| Is this all I am? Is this all I'll be? | |
| This is not enough! | |
| We're all crying for respect and attention | |
| We're all dying for a painless redemption! | |
| This is not what I wanted | |
| But for every drop of blood I lost myself | |
| I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk... | |
| Mother | |
| Long live the dying king | |
| "A governmental blade | |
| Now drawn from its private sheath | |
| Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way | |
| I will live by the show of your teeth..." |
| zuò qǔ : Gildenl w | |
| Mother, at my first breath | |
| Every paragraph was set | |
| As I inhaled the scent of debt | |
| Mother, that first stolen air | |
| On papers saying I' m not mine | |
| " We crown you, the King of Loss... | |
| Better get on your feet | |
| Best be one of us | |
| Better get yourself on the list | |
| For success | |
| Dress up as a State investment | |
| Charm the press | |
| A breed from the seed of only | |
| One short breath" | |
| Mother, hence we cry: | |
| Some of us are free to stand | |
| Most of us are bound to lie | |
| In those bloodstained beds | |
| No one can afford to pay | |
| The prices on their babies' heads | |
| I am the King of Loss! | |
| For every dear smile I feel I' m not one of us | |
| " An ivory coin for every plus on your stone" | |
| " One more governmental blade | |
| Now drawn from its sheath | |
| Quite a bargain I' d say since either way | |
| You will live by the show of our teeth!" | |
| Mother, I wish that we could talk | |
| You see | |
| I' m not fit to play this game | |
| Bound by its rules just the same | |
| My talents turned to talons | |
| Every monetary pile | |
| Will buy me a precious smile... | |
| smile... | |
| So smile for the King of Loss | |
| Feed from the juices | |
| Bleeding from this cross | |
| Then tell me our lives mean more | |
| Than this vain thirst! | |
| " A governmental blade | |
| Drawn from its private sheath | |
| Quite a bargain I' d say, since either way | |
| You' ll be living by the show of our..." | |
| I hold up my head | |
| This was my life | |
| Now I' m with the dead | |
| So I lay my bare neck | |
| This is your call | |
| Dub a king or a wreck | |
| Mother, listen to me mother | |
| This was my life | |
| This is your call | |
| Is this all I am? Is this all I' ll be? | |
| This is not enough! | |
| We' re all crying for respect and attention | |
| We' re all dying for a painless redemption! | |
| This is not what I wanted | |
| But for every drop of blood I lost myself | |
| I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk... | |
| Mother | |
| Long live the dying king | |
| " A governmental blade | |
| Now drawn from its private sheath | |
| Quite a bargain I' d say, since either way | |
| I will live by the show of your teeth..." |