| Song | A Scream Trapped Under Water |
| Artist | Soilent Green |
| Album | Confrontation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Soilent Green | |
| The mirror breaks | |
| All the little pieces falling shatter | |
| Shards of me too sharp to put back together | |
| Too small to matter but big enough to cut me | |
| I bleed, I bleed | |
| I breathe no more | |
| Love on my hands | |
| Blood on my lips | |
| This redemption is forced to resist | |
| Purpose of existence | |
| Making much sense | |
| Other examples of affection in unrest | |
| Beautiful irony of mismatched enemies | |
| Broken down words of apathy | |
| Restless tired eyes, so don't make me try | |
| Forcing respect from this sunken pride | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Front page murder rate | |
| Oblivious to common sense over dead subjects | |
| These disowned wings soar on flames | |
| Tradition of a father's wish falls in shame | |
| Never count your losses while adopting this bitter rage | |
| Rewritten story of past events | |
| Attaining breath within sickness | |
| Another reminder around your finger | |
| Lessons taught in lies | |
| Bringing a smart man's death | |
| Telling a truth to your face was a task of this self shame | |
| Trial, the last man standing | |
| Savior, to retain this soul from the noose | |
| Escape the judgement for this abuse | |
| Exposed, speech of a modest tone | |
| Scar, false actions of a simple habit | |
| Adapting to this bitter touch | |
| Extinction of a family name | |
| The present buries the past | |
| A half ass equation emphasizing failure from cold dead hands | |
| Nervous habit on the brink of haste | |
| How poetic are your contradicting ways | |
| Donor to these failures | |
| Simple way for you to overcome | |
| Ignored, overlooked | |
| Less and less | |
| The bitter end of all your fake regrets | |
| Jaded eyes of the deaf | |
| Crawling in my skin this taste for sin | |
| Small and self involved | |
| Looking down your throat | |
| Reuse of excuse, in so many words you lose | |
| Blind sided, face the facts, a thought for you | |
| King of the black hearts playing all the odds | |
| An apology, only swapping words | |
| Finally got some guts | |
| A non-sexual crush for all this tainted lust | |
| Loss of all regret, this idea to accept | |
| Do you ever stop listening to just yourself? | |
| Echo of mistakes that you would like to forget | |
| Unaware lips that drag things to the silent end | |
| Hanging yourself with words of a finaly phrase | |
| A burial of elegy within | |
| Silent motion for the insane | |
| This cold hall | |
| Confined black walls | |
| Dead subject for this dialect | |
| Get over the fact, no one cares after death | |
| Isolating this fear, seizing life again | |
| Despair and the gun it holds | |
| Tomorrow's broken promises of redemption | |
| As yesterday's apology unfolds | |
| Fighting words that stand alone | |
| Three strikes, leave this vengeance behind | |
| Leave the unforgiving outrage for the past | |
| Reaching for the dead sky | |
| Flight of the dragonfly | |
| Swallowing the butterfly | |
| Your last kiss good-bye |
| zuo qu : Soilent Green | |
| The mirror breaks | |
| All the little pieces falling shatter | |
| Shards of me too sharp to put back together | |
| Too small to matter but big enough to cut me | |
| I bleed, I bleed | |
| I breathe no more | |
| Love on my hands | |
| Blood on my lips | |
| This redemption is forced to resist | |
| Purpose of existence | |
| Making much sense | |
| Other examples of affection in unrest | |
| Beautiful irony of mismatched enemies | |
| Broken down words of apathy | |
| Restless tired eyes, so don' t make me try | |
| Forcing respect from this sunken pride | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Front page murder rate | |
| Oblivious to common sense over dead subjects | |
| These disowned wings soar on flames | |
| Tradition of a father' s wish falls in shame | |
| Never count your losses while adopting this bitter rage | |
| Rewritten story of past events | |
| Attaining breath within sickness | |
| Another reminder around your finger | |
| Lessons taught in lies | |
| Bringing a smart man' s death | |
| Telling a truth to your face was a task of this self shame | |
| Trial, the last man standing | |
| Savior, to retain this soul from the noose | |
| Escape the judgement for this abuse | |
| Exposed, speech of a modest tone | |
| Scar, false actions of a simple habit | |
| Adapting to this bitter touch | |
| Extinction of a family name | |
| The present buries the past | |
| A half ass equation emphasizing failure from cold dead hands | |
| Nervous habit on the brink of haste | |
| How poetic are your contradicting ways | |
| Donor to these failures | |
| Simple way for you to overcome | |
| Ignored, overlooked | |
| Less and less | |
| The bitter end of all your fake regrets | |
| Jaded eyes of the deaf | |
| Crawling in my skin this taste for sin | |
| Small and self involved | |
| Looking down your throat | |
| Reuse of excuse, in so many words you lose | |
| Blind sided, face the facts, a thought for you | |
| King of the black hearts playing all the odds | |
| An apology, only swapping words | |
| Finally got some guts | |
| A nonsexual crush for all this tainted lust | |
| Loss of all regret, this idea to accept | |
| Do you ever stop listening to just yourself? | |
| Echo of mistakes that you would like to forget | |
| Unaware lips that drag things to the silent end | |
| Hanging yourself with words of a finaly phrase | |
| A burial of elegy within | |
| Silent motion for the insane | |
| This cold hall | |
| Confined black walls | |
| Dead subject for this dialect | |
| Get over the fact, no one cares after death | |
| Isolating this fear, seizing life again | |
| Despair and the gun it holds | |
| Tomorrow' s broken promises of redemption | |
| As yesterday' s apology unfolds | |
| Fighting words that stand alone | |
| Three strikes, leave this vengeance behind | |
| Leave the unforgiving outrage for the past | |
| Reaching for the dead sky | |
| Flight of the dragonfly | |
| Swallowing the butterfly | |
| Your last kiss goodbye |
| zuò qǔ : Soilent Green | |
| The mirror breaks | |
| All the little pieces falling shatter | |
| Shards of me too sharp to put back together | |
| Too small to matter but big enough to cut me | |
| I bleed, I bleed | |
| I breathe no more | |
| Love on my hands | |
| Blood on my lips | |
| This redemption is forced to resist | |
| Purpose of existence | |
| Making much sense | |
| Other examples of affection in unrest | |
| Beautiful irony of mismatched enemies | |
| Broken down words of apathy | |
| Restless tired eyes, so don' t make me try | |
| Forcing respect from this sunken pride | |
| Sense of direction | |
| Front page murder rate | |
| Oblivious to common sense over dead subjects | |
| These disowned wings soar on flames | |
| Tradition of a father' s wish falls in shame | |
| Never count your losses while adopting this bitter rage | |
| Rewritten story of past events | |
| Attaining breath within sickness | |
| Another reminder around your finger | |
| Lessons taught in lies | |
| Bringing a smart man' s death | |
| Telling a truth to your face was a task of this self shame | |
| Trial, the last man standing | |
| Savior, to retain this soul from the noose | |
| Escape the judgement for this abuse | |
| Exposed, speech of a modest tone | |
| Scar, false actions of a simple habit | |
| Adapting to this bitter touch | |
| Extinction of a family name | |
| The present buries the past | |
| A half ass equation emphasizing failure from cold dead hands | |
| Nervous habit on the brink of haste | |
| How poetic are your contradicting ways | |
| Donor to these failures | |
| Simple way for you to overcome | |
| Ignored, overlooked | |
| Less and less | |
| The bitter end of all your fake regrets | |
| Jaded eyes of the deaf | |
| Crawling in my skin this taste for sin | |
| Small and self involved | |
| Looking down your throat | |
| Reuse of excuse, in so many words you lose | |
| Blind sided, face the facts, a thought for you | |
| King of the black hearts playing all the odds | |
| An apology, only swapping words | |
| Finally got some guts | |
| A nonsexual crush for all this tainted lust | |
| Loss of all regret, this idea to accept | |
| Do you ever stop listening to just yourself? | |
| Echo of mistakes that you would like to forget | |
| Unaware lips that drag things to the silent end | |
| Hanging yourself with words of a finaly phrase | |
| A burial of elegy within | |
| Silent motion for the insane | |
| This cold hall | |
| Confined black walls | |
| Dead subject for this dialect | |
| Get over the fact, no one cares after death | |
| Isolating this fear, seizing life again | |
| Despair and the gun it holds | |
| Tomorrow' s broken promises of redemption | |
| As yesterday' s apology unfolds | |
| Fighting words that stand alone | |
| Three strikes, leave this vengeance behind | |
| Leave the unforgiving outrage for the past | |
| Reaching for the dead sky | |
| Flight of the dragonfly | |
| Swallowing the butterfly | |
| Your last kiss goodbye |