| Song | Praise and Negation |
| Artist | Ulcerate |
| Album | Of Fracture and Failure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Blame tarred with cursed ivory brush | |
| Halos to sever heads of those below | |
| Two millennia with faded words to burn | |
| Fall to your knees or immolate your soul | |
| Lungs filled with black | |
| Cough of the wretched | |
| I can taste the soot on my tongue | |
| Deny the idle threats of those empty smiles | |
| For deceit and dreams ofen are one | |
| This skewed reality, dizzying and sweet | |
| Open hands to trap the moth | |
| Corrupt veins pump soured blood | |
| The trap is set, poison awash | |
| Heads to turn for the promises betray | |
| Chisel to stone with the world to pay | |
| With the eyes to the sky, faith begat misery | |
| With eyes to the sky, the world shall burn away | |
| I rise, for I can stand alone |
| zuo qu : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Blame tarred with cursed ivory brush | |
| Halos to sever heads of those below | |
| Two millennia with faded words to burn | |
| Fall to your knees or immolate your soul | |
| Lungs filled with black | |
| Cough of the wretched | |
| I can taste the soot on my tongue | |
| Deny the idle threats of those empty smiles | |
| For deceit and dreams ofen are one | |
| This skewed reality, dizzying and sweet | |
| Open hands to trap the moth | |
| Corrupt veins pump soured blood | |
| The trap is set, poison awash | |
| Heads to turn for the promises betray | |
| Chisel to stone with the world to pay | |
| With the eyes to the sky, faith begat misery | |
| With eyes to the sky, the world shall burn away | |
| I rise, for I can stand alone |
| zuò qǔ : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Blame tarred with cursed ivory brush | |
| Halos to sever heads of those below | |
| Two millennia with faded words to burn | |
| Fall to your knees or immolate your soul | |
| Lungs filled with black | |
| Cough of the wretched | |
| I can taste the soot on my tongue | |
| Deny the idle threats of those empty smiles | |
| For deceit and dreams ofen are one | |
| This skewed reality, dizzying and sweet | |
| Open hands to trap the moth | |
| Corrupt veins pump soured blood | |
| The trap is set, poison awash | |
| Heads to turn for the promises betray | |
| Chisel to stone with the world to pay | |
| With the eyes to the sky, faith begat misery | |
| With eyes to the sky, the world shall burn away | |
| I rise, for I can stand alone |