| Song | Kneel |
| Artist | The Silent Type |
| Album | Of Writing / Of Violence |
| 作曲 : Silent Type | |
| I'm no longer fit to kneel at your altar. | |
| The eyes will confess. | |
| Your servant has faltered. | |
| And though every mark that | |
| I have inflicted seems permanent now, | |
| I beg you, forgive them, because | |
| I am certain they will fade in time. | |
| So clear me a space to fall by my brothers, then color your lamb with stripes that may cover old blood with new blood, and failure with favor. | |
| But thicken your cuts and place them with care, because | |
| I am certain they will fade in time. |
| zuò qǔ : Silent Type | |
| I' m no longer fit to kneel at your altar. | |
| The eyes will confess. | |
| Your servant has faltered. | |
| And though every mark that | |
| I have inflicted seems permanent now, | |
| I beg you, forgive them, because | |
| I am certain they will fade in time. | |
| So clear me a space to fall by my brothers, then color your lamb with stripes that may cover old blood with new blood, and failure with favor. | |
| But thicken your cuts and place them with care, because | |
| I am certain they will fade in time. |