| Song | Big Wiggly Style |
| Artist | The Devil Wears Prada |
| Album | With Roots Above And Branches Below |
| 作曲 : Hranica | |
| Condemned. | |
| My regret is not writing more for you, Lord. | |
| As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable. | |
| LOOK TO THE SKY. | |
| Encourage the elements of God. | |
| Rather than the jars that contain them. | |
| If only the ingredients of man were of such elements. | |
| IF ONLY. | |
| With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others. | |
| ALL LIVE OFF THE LUST AND MISFORTUNE OF OTHERS. | |
| This is vision, not contradiction. | |
| I see greed in the face of a priest, | |
| And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals. | |
| What was right, now wrong, | |
| Casts a cold reflection on glory. | |
| LOOK TO THE SKY. |
| zuò qǔ : Hranica | |
| Condemned. | |
| My regret is not writing more for you, Lord. | |
| As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable. | |
| LOOK TO THE SKY. | |
| Encourage the elements of God. | |
| Rather than the jars that contain them. | |
| If only the ingredients of man were of such elements. | |
| IF ONLY. | |
| With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others. | |
| ALL LIVE OFF THE LUST AND MISFORTUNE OF OTHERS. | |
| This is vision, not contradiction. | |
| I see greed in the face of a priest, | |
| And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals. | |
| What was right, now wrong, | |
| Casts a cold reflection on glory. | |
| LOOK TO THE SKY. |