| Song | Chameleon Room |
| Artist | This Ascension |
| Album | Light & Shade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dru | |
| Some try to hide, | |
| Others expose their pain. | |
| But each within alone | |
| And waiting to be touched. | |
| Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
| But empty. | |
| Only containing | |
| What is brought | |
| Into the realm. | |
| Breaking down, into nothing | |
| Numbing, maddening and real. | |
| They were silent, | |
| Always battling | |
| With the chameleon room | |
| And heaven, and hell, | |
| And themselves. | |
| Hazy, not warm nor cold. | |
| Cornerless, soft, no windows. | |
| A voice we hate | |
| Tells us nothing | |
| That we're nothing at all | |
| Just right | |
| Or so wrong. | |
| You decide when you enter | |
| And feel your true self | |
| Or what you want. | |
| Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
| But you're empty. | |
| Only containing what you bring | |
| Into your realm. | |
| You're breaking down | |
| Into nothing. | |
| Numbing, maddening, | |
| You can't feel |
| zuo qu : Dru | |
| Some try to hide, | |
| Others expose their pain. | |
| But each within alone | |
| And waiting to be touched. | |
| Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
| But empty. | |
| Only containing | |
| What is brought | |
| Into the realm. | |
| Breaking down, into nothing | |
| Numbing, maddening and real. | |
| They were silent, | |
| Always battling | |
| With the chameleon room | |
| And heaven, and hell, | |
| And themselves. | |
| Hazy, not warm nor cold. | |
| Cornerless, soft, no windows. | |
| A voice we hate | |
| Tells us nothing | |
| That we' re nothing at all | |
| Just right | |
| Or so wrong. | |
| You decide when you enter | |
| And feel your true self | |
| Or what you want. | |
| Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
| But you' re empty. | |
| Only containing what you bring | |
| Into your realm. | |
| You' re breaking down | |
| Into nothing. | |
| Numbing, maddening, | |
| You can' t feel |
| zuò qǔ : Dru | |
| Some try to hide, | |
| Others expose their pain. | |
| But each within alone | |
| And waiting to be touched. | |
| Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
| But empty. | |
| Only containing | |
| What is brought | |
| Into the realm. | |
| Breaking down, into nothing | |
| Numbing, maddening and real. | |
| They were silent, | |
| Always battling | |
| With the chameleon room | |
| And heaven, and hell, | |
| And themselves. | |
| Hazy, not warm nor cold. | |
| Cornerless, soft, no windows. | |
| A voice we hate | |
| Tells us nothing | |
| That we' re nothing at all | |
| Just right | |
| Or so wrong. | |
| You decide when you enter | |
| And feel your true self | |
| Or what you want. | |
| Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
| But you' re empty. | |
| Only containing what you bring | |
| Into your realm. | |
| You' re breaking down | |
| Into nothing. | |
| Numbing, maddening, | |
| You can' t feel |