| Song | Set In Motion |
| Artist | Misery Signals |
| Album | Controller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Misery Signals | |
| Our fears ring true | |
| We're on a march towards the end | |
| Cover my eyes | |
| But I still hear the deafening drums of war | |
| Onward every twisted spoke | |
| Let's make history | |
| Let's make history stop | |
| When there's nothing left | |
| We'll be fed our father's dreams | |
| And I find every time I face this skyline | |
| I picture it in ruins | |
| It's not going to stop | |
| Our fears ring true | |
| We are numbered with the dead | |
| When I finally come apart | |
| Every piece will melt holes into the streets | |
| Onward every twisted spoke | |
| Let's make history | |
| Let's make history stop | |
| When there's nothing left | |
| We'll be fed our father's dreams | |
| We can't let it happen like this | |
| Burn it down | |
| Burn it to the ****ing ground | |
| It's not going to stop |
| zuo qu : Misery Signals | |
| Our fears ring true | |
| We' re on a march towards the end | |
| Cover my eyes | |
| But I still hear the deafening drums of war | |
| Onward every twisted spoke | |
| Let' s make history | |
| Let' s make history stop | |
| When there' s nothing left | |
| We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
| And I find every time I face this skyline | |
| I picture it in ruins | |
| It' s not going to stop | |
| Our fears ring true | |
| We are numbered with the dead | |
| When I finally come apart | |
| Every piece will melt holes into the streets | |
| Onward every twisted spoke | |
| Let' s make history | |
| Let' s make history stop | |
| When there' s nothing left | |
| We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
| We can' t let it happen like this | |
| Burn it down | |
| Burn it to the ing ground | |
| It' s not going to stop |
| zuò qǔ : Misery Signals | |
| Our fears ring true | |
| We' re on a march towards the end | |
| Cover my eyes | |
| But I still hear the deafening drums of war | |
| Onward every twisted spoke | |
| Let' s make history | |
| Let' s make history stop | |
| When there' s nothing left | |
| We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
| And I find every time I face this skyline | |
| I picture it in ruins | |
| It' s not going to stop | |
| Our fears ring true | |
| We are numbered with the dead | |
| When I finally come apart | |
| Every piece will melt holes into the streets | |
| Onward every twisted spoke | |
| Let' s make history | |
| Let' s make history stop | |
| When there' s nothing left | |
| We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
| We can' t let it happen like this | |
| Burn it down | |
| Burn it to the ing ground | |
| It' s not going to stop |