| Song | Genesis |
| Artist | Glass Casket |
| Album | A Desperate Man's Diaries |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I feel that each year repeats itself, only with their minor setbacks | |
| Today is her day, and God is not holding anything back, | |
| The sky is gray, the trees are dead, and the air is cold and hollow | |
| Each time I swallow, this knot in my throat grows swollen and more swollen | |
| My hills have turned into mountains and my streams into rivers. | |
| There is nothing beautiful about this day, | |
| No way to glorify this day, there is nothing now | |
| Except I know this pain won't go away. |