| Song | The New Build |
| Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
| Album | Character |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Henriksson, Jivarp ... | |
| A human force | |
| Stronger than logic | |
| Beyond the focus and the grander ideas | |
| One microcosmos | |
| In this wretched piece of hell | |
| Distant memories | |
| Of what empathy we felt | |
| No revolution | |
| No revolution in what they must overthrow | |
| In on a secret we all know | |
| The need that is our enemy | |
| I don't ever want to see you | |
| Doing all the same things as me | |
| Don't ever let this be you | |
| Knowing what it is that drives me | |
| It's all in the future | |
| What said with one foot in the grave | |
| It's all in the plan | |
| Of what we never could achieve | |
| No satisfaction | |
| No satisfaction we excuse ourselves from progress | |
| By post-altering our motives | |
| What stories set to match | |
| Whatever beat that drives the impulse | |
| Whatever tune that carries through | |
| What's in a soul that rattles empty | |
| In this one reality too few | |
| Our reach is never wider | |
| Than the depth of what we grasp | |
| A vicious curse | |
| On all that we pertake inside | |
| The conflict | |
| Where no one is the wiser | |
| The wiser | |
| A space invaded | |
| A face invaded | |
| My space invaded | |
| My space invaded | |
| Selfish Doesen't begin to cover | |
| The sense in this utopia of one | |
| To escape the argument | |
| To put another filter on | |
| I don't ever want to see you | |
| Doing all the same things as me | |
| Don't ever let this be you | |
| Knowing what it is that drives me |
| zuo ci : Henriksson, Jivarp ... | |
| A human force | |
| Stronger than logic | |
| Beyond the focus and the grander ideas | |
| One microcosmos | |
| In this wretched piece of hell | |
| Distant memories | |
| Of what empathy we felt | |
| No revolution | |
| No revolution in what they must overthrow | |
| In on a secret we all know | |
| The need that is our enemy | |
| I don' t ever want to see you | |
| Doing all the same things as me | |
| Don' t ever let this be you | |
| Knowing what it is that drives me | |
| It' s all in the future | |
| What said with one foot in the grave | |
| It' s all in the plan | |
| Of what we never could achieve | |
| No satisfaction | |
| No satisfaction we excuse ourselves from progress | |
| By postaltering our motives | |
| What stories set to match | |
| Whatever beat that drives the impulse | |
| Whatever tune that carries through | |
| What' s in a soul that rattles empty | |
| In this one reality too few | |
| Our reach is never wider | |
| Than the depth of what we grasp | |
| A vicious curse | |
| On all that we pertake inside | |
| The conflict | |
| Where no one is the wiser | |
| The wiser | |
| A space invaded | |
| A face invaded | |
| My space invaded | |
| My space invaded | |
| Selfish Doesen' t begin to cover | |
| The sense in this utopia of one | |
| To escape the argument | |
| To put another filter on | |
| I don' t ever want to see you | |
| Doing all the same things as me | |
| Don' t ever let this be you | |
| Knowing what it is that drives me |
| zuò cí : Henriksson, Jivarp ... | |
| A human force | |
| Stronger than logic | |
| Beyond the focus and the grander ideas | |
| One microcosmos | |
| In this wretched piece of hell | |
| Distant memories | |
| Of what empathy we felt | |
| No revolution | |
| No revolution in what they must overthrow | |
| In on a secret we all know | |
| The need that is our enemy | |
| I don' t ever want to see you | |
| Doing all the same things as me | |
| Don' t ever let this be you | |
| Knowing what it is that drives me | |
| It' s all in the future | |
| What said with one foot in the grave | |
| It' s all in the plan | |
| Of what we never could achieve | |
| No satisfaction | |
| No satisfaction we excuse ourselves from progress | |
| By postaltering our motives | |
| What stories set to match | |
| Whatever beat that drives the impulse | |
| Whatever tune that carries through | |
| What' s in a soul that rattles empty | |
| In this one reality too few | |
| Our reach is never wider | |
| Than the depth of what we grasp | |
| A vicious curse | |
| On all that we pertake inside | |
| The conflict | |
| Where no one is the wiser | |
| The wiser | |
| A space invaded | |
| A face invaded | |
| My space invaded | |
| My space invaded | |
| Selfish Doesen' t begin to cover | |
| The sense in this utopia of one | |
| To escape the argument | |
| To put another filter on | |
| I don' t ever want to see you | |
| Doing all the same things as me | |
| Don' t ever let this be you | |
| Knowing what it is that drives me |