| Song | Dread It |
| Artist | Disillusion |
| Album | Gloria |
| 作曲 : Film-M, Schmidt | |
| Round and round the rumors fly | |
| Your promises were just a lie | |
| The handshake made you shiver | |
| that I could tell clearly I was standing right behind you | |
| Today it all went up into the blue | |
| Not quite far enough | |
| You promised us the moon | |
| Suddenly it became absolutely evident | |
| A mocking bird, a pointed grin | |
| The masquerade was growing thin | |
| The laugh is always on the loser | |
| Today it all went up into the blue | |
| Not quite far enough | |
| You promised us the moon | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings | |
| You promised something you simply could not keep | |
| (Um.. I'm disputed. Midnight grief, I know you cannot sleep either. | |
| All the fear of waking up. Dread it.) | |
| Today all naked variety in system played, here to me. | |
| This masquerade was wearing thin and left but scars on jaded skin | |
| Today it all went up into the blue | |
| Not quite far enough | |
| You promised us the moon | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back | |
| Godspeed to the con man | |
| Farewell! | |
| Don't think we will beckon | |
| You promised something you could not keep. | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back | |
| Godspeed to the con man | |
| Farewell! | |
| Don't think we will beckon | |
| You promised something you could not keep. |
| zuò qǔ : FilmM, Schmidt | |
| Round and round the rumors fly | |
| Your promises were just a lie | |
| The handshake made you shiver | |
| that I could tell clearly I was standing right behind you | |
| Today it all went up into the blue | |
| Not quite far enough | |
| You promised us the moon | |
| Suddenly it became absolutely evident | |
| A mocking bird, a pointed grin | |
| The masquerade was growing thin | |
| The laugh is always on the loser | |
| Today it all went up into the blue | |
| Not quite far enough | |
| You promised us the moon | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings | |
| You promised something you simply could not keep | |
| Um.. I' m disputed. Midnight grief, I know you cannot sleep either. | |
| All the fear of waking up. Dread it. | |
| Today all naked variety in system played, here to me. | |
| This masquerade was wearing thin and left but scars on jaded skin | |
| Today it all went up into the blue | |
| Not quite far enough | |
| You promised us the moon | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back | |
| Godspeed to the con man | |
| Farewell! | |
| Don' t think we will beckon | |
| You promised something you could not keep. | |
| Hence with you away, your sun has set | |
| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back | |
| Godspeed to the con man | |
| Farewell! | |
| Don' t think we will beckon | |
| You promised something you could not keep. |