| Song | The Breaking |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | Addenda Ep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I see their face in the mirror suit, a hazy image in a sea of noise | |
| Formations fixed and dimming, shapes slowly shifting | |
| Into a metal model display | |
| Insight is failing, she's lost control | |
| As a new dawn fades, she breaks apart | |
| Minutes like decades, this day seems without an end | |
| Even trees in winter never looked so sad | |
| A sparkling in the window pane, a hidden glimmer of the timid pain | |
| Reflections blurred by fumes | |
| Non-stop passers-by come and go from yesterday | |
| They’re all awake with unsounded words | |
| Reposed in faux of life’s splendour | |
| Some bright translation errors reset the time and scene | |
| I’m versed enough to know they always sleep |
| I see their face in the mirror suit, a hazy image in a sea of noise | |
| Formations fixed and dimming, shapes slowly shifting | |
| Into a metal model display | |
| Insight is failing, she' s lost control | |
| As a new dawn fades, she breaks apart | |
| Minutes like decades, this day seems without an end | |
| Even trees in winter never looked so sad | |
| A sparkling in the window pane, a hidden glimmer of the timid pain | |
| Reflections blurred by fumes | |
| Nonstop passersby come and go from yesterday | |
| They' re all awake with unsounded words | |
| Reposed in faux of life' s splendour | |
| Some bright translation errors reset the time and scene | |
| I' m versed enough to know they always sleep |
| I see their face in the mirror suit, a hazy image in a sea of noise | |
| Formations fixed and dimming, shapes slowly shifting | |
| Into a metal model display | |
| Insight is failing, she' s lost control | |
| As a new dawn fades, she breaks apart | |
| Minutes like decades, this day seems without an end | |
| Even trees in winter never looked so sad | |
| A sparkling in the window pane, a hidden glimmer of the timid pain | |
| Reflections blurred by fumes | |
| Nonstop passersby come and go from yesterday | |
| They' re all awake with unsounded words | |
| Reposed in faux of life' s splendour | |
| Some bright translation errors reset the time and scene | |
| I' m versed enough to know they always sleep |