| Song | Divinity Within |
| Artist | Protest the Hero |
| Album | Kezia |
| 作曲 : Protest The Hero | |
| This morning there's no rods or staffs to comfort you dressed | |
| As a target as you amble in your chains and stumble through | |
| The corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death | |
| In the prison's backyard where you'll give us your final breath | |
| Last night, | |
| I saw you dine with lovers and human tears | |
| But glanced at me in ways that brought to life my sleeping fears | |
| That today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bit my neck | |
| That today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bit my neck | |
| That today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bit my neck | |
| That today you'll bite my neck, today you'll bit my neck | |
| Peel away the aging skin, expose the lifeless body | |
| And the void of divinity within, | |
| I watch my temple fall to pieces | |
| Divinity within, | |
| I watch my temple fall to pieces | |
| So, tell me when | |
| I've read you your rights | |
| When the guns are in their place | |
| When your crime's no longer seems absurd | |
| When your crime's no longer absurd | |
| What will you say when we ask you"What are your final words?" | |
| When your crime's no longer absurd | |
| What will you, what will you say | |
| Kezia?When we ask, "What are your final words?What are your final words?" |
| zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero | |
| This morning there' s no rods or staffs to comfort you dressed | |
| As a target as you amble in your chains and stumble through | |
| The corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death | |
| In the prison' s backyard where you' ll give us your final breath | |
| Last night, | |
| I saw you dine with lovers and human tears | |
| But glanced at me in ways that brought to life my sleeping fears | |
| That today you' ll bite my neck, today you' ll bit my neck | |
| That today you' ll bite my neck, today you' ll bit my neck | |
| That today you' ll bite my neck, today you' ll bit my neck | |
| That today you' ll bite my neck, today you' ll bit my neck | |
| Peel away the aging skin, expose the lifeless body | |
| And the void of divinity within, | |
| I watch my temple fall to pieces | |
| Divinity within, | |
| I watch my temple fall to pieces | |
| So, tell me when | |
| I' ve read you your rights | |
| When the guns are in their place | |
| When your crime' s no longer seems absurd | |
| When your crime' s no longer absurd | |
| What will you say when we ask you" What are your final words?" | |
| When your crime' s no longer absurd | |
| What will you, what will you say | |
| Kezia? When we ask, " What are your final words? What are your final words?" |