| Song | Reflections Of A Broken Soul |
| Artist | Extol |
| Album | Burial |
| 作词 : Extol | |
| I fooled myself again | |
| Trusting an illusion | |
| Of what I thought to be | |
| Never ceasing love | |
| I burned myself again | |
| Leaving scars that never heal | |
| Becoming cynical | |
| To this thing called love | |
| Look into my mind | |
| Fragments of what | |
| I desired | |
| In this state | |
| I cry Father please won't you show me | |
| Show me how | |
| To stop it now | |
| Cleanse my mind | |
| Help me find | |
| Love My soul is an open wound | |
| Filled with salt of sadness | |
| Was this my destiny | |
| To be left alone | |
| I nurse my misery | |
| Leave no room for anyone | |
| Still I am cynical | |
| To this thing called love | |
| A pale reflection | |
| Of a broken soul | |
| Slips through these eyes | |
| Full of tears | |
| Emotional blackout | |
| I cannot trust my own feelings | |
| My sorrow eats me up inside | |
| Learn from mistakes | |
| See what it takes | |
| My feelings fail | |
| Your love remains |
| zuò cí : Extol | |
| I fooled myself again | |
| Trusting an illusion | |
| Of what I thought to be | |
| Never ceasing love | |
| I burned myself again | |
| Leaving scars that never heal | |
| Becoming cynical | |
| To this thing called love | |
| Look into my mind | |
| Fragments of what | |
| I desired | |
| In this state | |
| I cry Father please won' t you show me | |
| Show me how | |
| To stop it now | |
| Cleanse my mind | |
| Help me find | |
| Love My soul is an open wound | |
| Filled with salt of sadness | |
| Was this my destiny | |
| To be left alone | |
| I nurse my misery | |
| Leave no room for anyone | |
| Still I am cynical | |
| To this thing called love | |
| A pale reflection | |
| Of a broken soul | |
| Slips through these eyes | |
| Full of tears | |
| Emotional blackout | |
| I cannot trust my own feelings | |
| My sorrow eats me up inside | |
| Learn from mistakes | |
| See what it takes | |
| My feelings fail | |
| Your love remains |