| Song | Enter the Void |
| Artist | Hybrid |
| Album | Deepsend 2014 Sampler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Loneliness, not solitude | |
| Nobody cares about you | |
| It’s nothing personal | |
| Nobody cares about nothing | |
| Nobody cares about no one | |
| An automatic, selfish existence | |
| designed to pass by this life | |
| without any meaning | |
| without any purpose | |
| Living out of habit | |
| too busy with themselves | |
| only moving forward | |
| like a plague of locusts | |
| Troubles have no face | |
| No one will hold your hand | |
| Deserted | |
| All your cries for help were useless | |
| those final words have fallen upon deaf ears, right? | |
| Your feelings, concerns and thoughts | |
| buried with you | |
| feeling like a child staring at a showcase | |
| a showcase of life you will never taste | |
| Isolated and alone |
| Loneliness, not solitude | |
| Nobody cares about you | |
| It' s nothing personal | |
| Nobody cares about nothing | |
| Nobody cares about no one | |
| An automatic, selfish existence | |
| designed to pass by this life | |
| without any meaning | |
| without any purpose | |
| Living out of habit | |
| too busy with themselves | |
| only moving forward | |
| like a plague of locusts | |
| Troubles have no face | |
| No one will hold your hand | |
| Deserted | |
| All your cries for help were useless | |
| those final words have fallen upon deaf ears, right? | |
| Your feelings, concerns and thoughts | |
| buried with you | |
| feeling like a child staring at a showcase | |
| a showcase of life you will never taste | |
| Isolated and alone |
| Loneliness, not solitude | |
| Nobody cares about you | |
| It' s nothing personal | |
| Nobody cares about nothing | |
| Nobody cares about no one | |
| An automatic, selfish existence | |
| designed to pass by this life | |
| without any meaning | |
| without any purpose | |
| Living out of habit | |
| too busy with themselves | |
| only moving forward | |
| like a plague of locusts | |
| Troubles have no face | |
| No one will hold your hand | |
| Deserted | |
| All your cries for help were useless | |
| those final words have fallen upon deaf ears, right? | |
| Your feelings, concerns and thoughts | |
| buried with you | |
| feeling like a child staring at a showcase | |
| a showcase of life you will never taste | |
| Isolated and alone |