| Song | As Bridges Burn |
| Artist | Despised Icon |
| Album | The Healing Process |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Erian, Jarrin | |
| Looking through a stained window, I wish for better days. | |
| Yesterday's promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. | |
| The calendar has been stripped of all its pages. | |
| My watch no longer tells time. | |
| Its rusted gears silently watched the months pass by. | |
| Happiness is a fallacy. | |
| What was taken for granted now seems so precious. | |
| I look back and remember when a smile was as priceless as the sun. | |
| On ne récolte pas toujours ce que l'on sème. | |
| My path slowly ends as bridges burn. | |
| Hardship follows my footsteps. | |
| I try to walk a straight line. | |
| The blood of a martyr runs through my veins. | |
| Desperate thoughts cloud my conscience. | |
| Hope is a withered flower that never dies. | |
| A passage into forlorn. | |
| The blood of a martyr runs through my veins. | |
| Yesterday's promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. | |
| Struggle to pick up the scattered pieces. | |
| Evanescent hands caress my neck to suffocate the pride that's left inside. | |
| Calmness only brings back memories. | |
| Suffocate. |
| zuo qu : Erian, Jarrin | |
| Looking through a stained window, I wish for better days. | |
| Yesterday' s promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. | |
| The calendar has been stripped of all its pages. | |
| My watch no longer tells time. | |
| Its rusted gears silently watched the months pass by. | |
| Happiness is a fallacy. | |
| What was taken for granted now seems so precious. | |
| I look back and remember when a smile was as priceless as the sun. | |
| On ne re colte pas toujours ce que l' on se me. | |
| My path slowly ends as bridges burn. | |
| Hardship follows my footsteps. | |
| I try to walk a straight line. | |
| The blood of a martyr runs through my veins. | |
| Desperate thoughts cloud my conscience. | |
| Hope is a withered flower that never dies. | |
| A passage into forlorn. | |
| The blood of a martyr runs through my veins. | |
| Yesterday' s promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. | |
| Struggle to pick up the scattered pieces. | |
| Evanescent hands caress my neck to suffocate the pride that' s left inside. | |
| Calmness only brings back memories. | |
| Suffocate. |
| zuò qǔ : Erian, Jarrin | |
| Looking through a stained window, I wish for better days. | |
| Yesterday' s promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. | |
| The calendar has been stripped of all its pages. | |
| My watch no longer tells time. | |
| Its rusted gears silently watched the months pass by. | |
| Happiness is a fallacy. | |
| What was taken for granted now seems so precious. | |
| I look back and remember when a smile was as priceless as the sun. | |
| On ne ré colte pas toujours ce que l' on sè me. | |
| My path slowly ends as bridges burn. | |
| Hardship follows my footsteps. | |
| I try to walk a straight line. | |
| The blood of a martyr runs through my veins. | |
| Desperate thoughts cloud my conscience. | |
| Hope is a withered flower that never dies. | |
| A passage into forlorn. | |
| The blood of a martyr runs through my veins. | |
| Yesterday' s promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. | |
| Struggle to pick up the scattered pieces. | |
| Evanescent hands caress my neck to suffocate the pride that' s left inside. | |
| Calmness only brings back memories. | |
| Suffocate. |