| Song | Worlds Within The Margin |
| Artist | In Flames |
| Album | Whoracle |
| 作词 : In Flames | |
| Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street | |
| Next to polls of monotonous water he walks | |
| Slipping feet from steps at random he falls | |
| In the space between his body and the ground | |
| Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire | |
| Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches | |
| Buds abloom in all directions from which events occur | |
| Relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode | |
| In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution | |
| Outplayed and faded, sparked | |
| And leaned back into vacuum-filled nirvana | |
| Between the two of my eyes feverish fractals soar | |
| Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinths re-mapped exits | |
| A hasty blink and a million life-to-comes | |
| Will never be the same as they never were | |
| In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
| Lies a birth machine for a parallel universe | |
| With the first movement in the organic soap | |
| Came a bouquet of alternative answers | |
| All different multiplied and re-divided | |
| Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite | |
| Written between the legs on the | |
| MeganeuraSuburban city maps and dormant dictator semen | |
| Marked their way trough time | |
| In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
| Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe |
| zuò cí : In Flames | |
| Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street | |
| Next to polls of monotonous water he walks | |
| Slipping feet from steps at random he falls | |
| In the space between his body and the ground | |
| Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire | |
| Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches | |
| Buds abloom in all directions from which events occur | |
| Relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode | |
| In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution | |
| Outplayed and faded, sparked | |
| And leaned back into vacuumfilled nirvana | |
| Between the two of my eyes feverish fractals soar | |
| Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinths remapped exits | |
| A hasty blink and a million lifetocomes | |
| Will never be the same as they never were | |
| In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
| Lies a birth machine for a parallel universe | |
| With the first movement in the organic soap | |
| Came a bouquet of alternative answers | |
| All different multiplied and redivided | |
| Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite | |
| Written between the legs on the | |
| MeganeuraSuburban city maps and dormant dictator semen | |
| Marked their way trough time | |
| In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
| Lies a birthmachine for a parallel universe |