| Song | So Long Sentiment |
| Artist | Celldweller |
| Album | Wish Upon a Blackstar |
| Under this crushing weight I'm sinking | |
| It never goes away, the thinking | |
| Echoes in empty rooms decaying | |
| Alone to face the rest of me | |
| So long sentiment | |
| It doesn't matter now | |
| What the hell is wrong with me? | |
| Why am I torturing myself? | |
| Inhaling all these memories | |
| Like a breath of fire sent from hell | |
| Lead in my gut, not in my spine | |
| I feel distracted all the time | |
| Well lucky me, I'm finally all alone | |
| I'll miss you | |
| So long sentiment | |
| It doesn't matter now | |
| What the hell is wrong with me? | |
| Why am I torturing myself? | |
| Fixated on these memories | |
| Like a prisoner inside a cell | |
| With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it | |
| Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it | |
| Consider questionable things to try to get me through it | |
| I've tried to push it away but I always give into it | |
| Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it | |
| And washes this all away | |
| Under this crushing weight I'm sinking | |
| It never goes away, the thinking | |
| Echoes in empty rooms are saying | |
| “Time to erase the rest of me” |
| Under this crushing weight I' m sinking | |
| It never goes away, the thinking | |
| Echoes in empty rooms decaying | |
| Alone to face the rest of me | |
| So long sentiment | |
| It doesn' t matter now | |
| What the hell is wrong with me? | |
| Why am I torturing myself? | |
| Inhaling all these memories | |
| Like a breath of fire sent from hell | |
| Lead in my gut, not in my spine | |
| I feel distracted all the time | |
| Well lucky me, I' m finally all alone | |
| I' ll miss you | |
| So long sentiment | |
| It doesn' t matter now | |
| What the hell is wrong with me? | |
| Why am I torturing myself? | |
| Fixated on these memories | |
| Like a prisoner inside a cell | |
| With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it | |
| Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it | |
| Consider questionable things to try to get me through it | |
| I' ve tried to push it away but I always give into it | |
| Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it | |
| And washes this all away | |
| Under this crushing weight I' m sinking | |
| It never goes away, the thinking | |
| Echoes in empty rooms are saying | |
| " Time to erase the rest of me" |