| Song | Retiring |
| Artist | A Wilhelm Scream |
| Album | Mute Print |
| 作曲 : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing? | |
| We're not out of the woods. | |
| If this lesson fails, could | |
| I pack up and leave? | |
| I wonder if | |
| I could. No, | |
| I cannot ignore. | |
| I cannot abort. | |
| No, I cannot afford to lose what | |
| I am owed. | |
| To my esteemed colleagues, who smiled when they met me and hoped that | |
| I would fail, forget the kind words told, and the complimentaries. | |
| All you fucks can go to hell. | |
| I guess I've known it all, but | |
| I could not refuse to go. | |
| I cannot ignore. | |
| I cannot abort. | |
| No, I cannot afford to lose what | |
| I am owed. | |
| Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing. | |
| We burnt down the fucking woods. | |
| I guess their lessons failed with one target remaining. | |
| It's back to | |
| Hollywood. |
| zuò qǔ : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing? | |
| We' re not out of the woods. | |
| If this lesson fails, could | |
| I pack up and leave? | |
| I wonder if | |
| I could. No, | |
| I cannot ignore. | |
| I cannot abort. | |
| No, I cannot afford to lose what | |
| I am owed. | |
| To my esteemed colleagues, who smiled when they met me and hoped that | |
| I would fail, forget the kind words told, and the complimentaries. | |
| All you fucks can go to hell. | |
| I guess I' ve known it all, but | |
| I could not refuse to go. | |
| I cannot ignore. | |
| I cannot abort. | |
| No, I cannot afford to lose what | |
| I am owed. | |
| Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing. | |
| We burnt down the fucking woods. | |
| I guess their lessons failed with one target remaining. | |
| It' s back to | |
| Hollywood. |