| Song | Shape Of The Fear |
| Artist | Knapsack |
| Album | This Conversation Is Ending Starting Right Now |
| 作词 : Knapsack | |
| All this concern over these cards overturned | |
| The cold light shows too much | |
| Bruise-colored blood who's getting to rush | |
| Smoke made it clear | |
| Holding in the worst | |
| Gives shape to the fear | |
| As they sang along, the chorus and verse | |
| The shake of the shame | |
| But it hangs around your name | |
| For the first time you're afraid | |
| And you take what they left | |
| Choke on their success | |
| But you're nothing anyway | |
| The way I mistook | |
| How an overbite might look | |
| Like a smile on the face of a girl | |
| And the way she's hating the world | |
| Strength in the arms | |
| Pulling empty hall alarms | |
| But nobody heard | |
| In a room where they wait and rehearse | |
| The shake of the shame | |
| But it hangs around your name | |
| For the first time you're afraid | |
| And you take what they left | |
| Choke on their success | |
| But you're nothing anyway | |
| It's getting too much | |
| The bruise-colored blood was beginning to rush | |
| The shake of the shame | |
| But it hangs around your name | |
| For the first time you're afraid | |
| And you take what they left | |
| Choke on their success | |
| But you're nothing anyway |
| zuò cí : Knapsack | |
| All this concern over these cards overturned | |
| The cold light shows too much | |
| Bruisecolored blood who' s getting to rush | |
| Smoke made it clear | |
| Holding in the worst | |
| Gives shape to the fear | |
| As they sang along, the chorus and verse | |
| The shake of the shame | |
| But it hangs around your name | |
| For the first time you' re afraid | |
| And you take what they left | |
| Choke on their success | |
| But you' re nothing anyway | |
| The way I mistook | |
| How an overbite might look | |
| Like a smile on the face of a girl | |
| And the way she' s hating the world | |
| Strength in the arms | |
| Pulling empty hall alarms | |
| But nobody heard | |
| In a room where they wait and rehearse | |
| The shake of the shame | |
| But it hangs around your name | |
| For the first time you' re afraid | |
| And you take what they left | |
| Choke on their success | |
| But you' re nothing anyway | |
| It' s getting too much | |
| The bruisecolored blood was beginning to rush | |
| The shake of the shame | |
| But it hangs around your name | |
| For the first time you' re afraid | |
| And you take what they left | |
| Choke on their success | |
| But you' re nothing anyway |