| Song | Thorned & Weak |
| Artist | Blinded Colony |
| Album | Divine |
| 作曲 : Blomström, Erlandsson ... | |
| Humanity feast again upon the bittersweet agony | |
| Blameful souls made to serve the persevence | |
| Carving out the innocence bit by bit | |
| See the unpure flesh burn | |
| My morphine is your disbelief | |
| Your lack of knowledge, your fear of pain, your human weakness. | |
| An endless search for peace of mind, never resting. | |
| My morphine is your disbelief | |
| An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands | |
| Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of | |
| God. This is the modest modern | |
| Messiah Serving all the blinded all the mislead | |
| This is the modest modern | |
| Messiah Thorned and weak | |
| Religion, your weak excuse for living | |
| Denying a lying world you're blinded | |
| You follow treason till the end | |
| But your son of nothing fades | |
| My morphine is your disbelief | |
| An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands | |
| Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of | |
| God. This is the modest modern | |
| Messiah... | |
| Cant you see him for the lie that he really is? | |
| An illusion of past cravings | |
| No longer required in this dying world | |
| Your sins did not die with him |
| zuò qǔ : Blomstr m, Erlandsson ... | |
| Humanity feast again upon the bittersweet agony | |
| Blameful souls made to serve the persevence | |
| Carving out the innocence bit by bit | |
| See the unpure flesh burn | |
| My morphine is your disbelief | |
| Your lack of knowledge, your fear of pain, your human weakness. | |
| An endless search for peace of mind, never resting. | |
| My morphine is your disbelief | |
| An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands | |
| Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of | |
| God. This is the modest modern | |
| Messiah Serving all the blinded all the mislead | |
| This is the modest modern | |
| Messiah Thorned and weak | |
| Religion, your weak excuse for living | |
| Denying a lying world you' re blinded | |
| You follow treason till the end | |
| But your son of nothing fades | |
| My morphine is your disbelief | |
| An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands | |
| Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of | |
| God. This is the modest modern | |
| Messiah... | |
| Cant you see him for the lie that he really is? | |
| An illusion of past cravings | |
| No longer required in this dying world | |
| Your sins did not die with him |