| Song | The Last Supper |
| Artist | Hooverphonic |
| Album | Jackie Cane |
| Park Gu铓l makes you even more beautyful | |
| As if you were created by Gaudi the master himself | |
| 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts | |
| They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell | |
| This last supper makes you even more beautyful | |
| As if you were created by the master himself | |
| 'Caus you consist of imploding energy | |
| Let me save you from your unbearable hell | |
| Hell, hell, hell | |
| From your hell | |
| We can't hide from our destiny | |
| This chain is like an inherited spell | |
| That consumes all my precious energy | |
| That pulls me through where ever you fell | |
| Fell, fell, fell, fell | |
| You just fell |
| Park Gu máng l makes you even more beautyful | |
| As if you were created by Gaudi the master himself | |
| ' Caus you consist of shattered thoughts | |
| They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell | |
| This last supper makes you even more beautyful | |
| As if you were created by the master himself | |
| ' Caus you consist of imploding energy | |
| Let me save you from your unbearable hell | |
| Hell, hell, hell | |
| From your hell | |
| We can' t hide from our destiny | |
| This chain is like an inherited spell | |
| That consumes all my precious energy | |
| That pulls me through where ever you fell | |
| Fell, fell, fell, fell | |
| You just fell |