| Song | Shunned Redeemer |
| Artist | Ion Dissonance |
| Album | Minus the Herd |
| 作曲 : Chapuf, Lussier, McCaughey ... | |
| This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us. | |
| Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites. | |
| Nurturing indecency, incapable of true motherly love. | |
| We spit on preconceived notions of compassion. | |
| Everything's now subjected to termination. | |
| A most voracious pack guided to the point of no-return. | |
| Positivism is obsolete in a world filled with greedy consumers. | |
| Only deceit and prejudices leads to such aberrations. | |
| This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us. | |
| Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites. | |
| Advancing or regressing? | |
| Should we ever consider the option? | |
| How is it that our evolution became the devastating? | |
| Like a child screaming, gasping to breathe, we must unlearn before treason reaches its highest possible form. | |
| Disease to the Lungs, the solutions are narrowing to the same conclusions. | |
| To salvage the Land, you must first rid the earth of us, the problem. | |
| Like businessmen you squeeze every resource to maximize profitability. | |
| Helpless followers in what seems to be a game of hid and seek, but you too will crumble beneath her wrath. | |
| Tear you out, feel her wrath. | |
| Year you up, feel her wrath. | |
| I am thy leprous leech of a saviour. | |
| Ready to take action against all indecent entrepreneurs. | |
| To redeem our social values in the eyes of our Mother, and to set ablaze the masses, and their unscrupulous behaviours. | |
| The mysteries of life have been erased. | |
| Break this bond, the time has come, feel her wrath. | |
| They mysteries of life have been replaced. | |
| Break this bond, the time has come, feel her wrath. |
| zuò qǔ : Chapuf, Lussier, McCaughey ... | |
| This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us. | |
| Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites. | |
| Nurturing indecency, incapable of true motherly love. | |
| We spit on preconceived notions of compassion. | |
| Everything' s now subjected to termination. | |
| A most voracious pack guided to the point of noreturn. | |
| Positivism is obsolete in a world filled with greedy consumers. | |
| Only deceit and prejudices leads to such aberrations. | |
| This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us. | |
| Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites. | |
| Advancing or regressing? | |
| Should we ever consider the option? | |
| How is it that our evolution became the devastating? | |
| Like a child screaming, gasping to breathe, we must unlearn before treason reaches its highest possible form. | |
| Disease to the Lungs, the solutions are narrowing to the same conclusions. | |
| To salvage the Land, you must first rid the earth of us, the problem. | |
| Like businessmen you squeeze every resource to maximize profitability. | |
| Helpless followers in what seems to be a game of hid and seek, but you too will crumble beneath her wrath. | |
| Tear you out, feel her wrath. | |
| Year you up, feel her wrath. | |
| I am thy leprous leech of a saviour. | |
| Ready to take action against all indecent entrepreneurs. | |
| To redeem our social values in the eyes of our Mother, and to set ablaze the masses, and their unscrupulous behaviours. | |
| The mysteries of life have been erased. | |
| Break this bond, the time has come, feel her wrath. | |
| They mysteries of life have been replaced. | |
| Break this bond, the time has come, feel her wrath. |