| Song | Ben Has A Kid |
| Artist | The Devil Wears Prada |
| Album | With Roots Above And Branches Below |
| 作曲 : Hranica | |
| I mean this, I'm not sure if you could say the same. | |
| Week after week after week | |
| Idolatry is wasted reverence, | |
| idolatry is the yellow on your teeth. | |
| GASP FOR THE TRUTH YOU ONCE LIVED. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| I remember what you used to claim, | |
| You can't bury conviction with anything. | |
| OUR MESSAGE WILL GROW, | |
| OUR MESSAGE WILL GROW, | |
| No matter the mistakes made within construction. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| GASP FOR THE TRUTH YOU ONCE LIVED. | |
| I pray that stolen glimpses do not subtract from what we've been building. | |
| Keep stride persistent in our march. |
| zuò qǔ : Hranica | |
| I mean this, I' m not sure if you could say the same. | |
| Week after week after week | |
| Idolatry is wasted reverence, | |
| idolatry is the yellow on your teeth. | |
| GASP FOR THE TRUTH YOU ONCE LIVED. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| I remember what you used to claim, | |
| You can' t bury conviction with anything. | |
| OUR MESSAGE WILL GROW, | |
| OUR MESSAGE WILL GROW, | |
| No matter the mistakes made within construction. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| Beyond this world is what is always breathing, | |
| Beyond this world is worth dying for. | |
| GASP FOR THE TRUTH YOU ONCE LIVED. | |
| I pray that stolen glimpses do not subtract from what we' ve been building. | |
| Keep stride persistent in our march. |