| Song | Episode Man |
| Artist | Cemetery of Scream |
| Album | Deeppression |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cemetery Of Scream ... | |
| He was passing my world | |
| Whistlin' the melody | |
| In the simple suit with hands in his pockets | |
| Dirty pieces of paper | |
| Was floatin' in the air | |
| And he was marchin' | |
| Over'n'over again. | |
| I've never seen his face. | |
| Never heard his melody | |
| I've never known that world | |
| Is a part of his tragedy. | |
| Trampling the povement | |
| Of my quiet life | |
| Smashing the puzzles made of human souls | |
| He was spittin' with hate red as the blood | |
| And I just wonder why he let me feel his sad. | |
| And steel | |
| I wonder why | |
| He let me feel his sad | |
| Maybe oneday | |
| I'll know the reason | |
| Maybe oneday | |
| I will |
| zuo qu : Cemetery Of Scream ... | |
| He was passing my world | |
| Whistlin' the melody | |
| In the simple suit with hands in his pockets | |
| Dirty pieces of paper | |
| Was floatin' in the air | |
| And he was marchin' | |
| Over' n' over again. | |
| I' ve never seen his face. | |
| Never heard his melody | |
| I' ve never known that world | |
| Is a part of his tragedy. | |
| Trampling the povement | |
| Of my quiet life | |
| Smashing the puzzles made of human souls | |
| He was spittin' with hate red as the blood | |
| And I just wonder why he let me feel his sad. | |
| And steel | |
| I wonder why | |
| He let me feel his sad | |
| Maybe oneday | |
| I' ll know the reason | |
| Maybe oneday | |
| I will |
| zuò qǔ : Cemetery Of Scream ... | |
| He was passing my world | |
| Whistlin' the melody | |
| In the simple suit with hands in his pockets | |
| Dirty pieces of paper | |
| Was floatin' in the air | |
| And he was marchin' | |
| Over' n' over again. | |
| I' ve never seen his face. | |
| Never heard his melody | |
| I' ve never known that world | |
| Is a part of his tragedy. | |
| Trampling the povement | |
| Of my quiet life | |
| Smashing the puzzles made of human souls | |
| He was spittin' with hate red as the blood | |
| And I just wonder why he let me feel his sad. | |
| And steel | |
| I wonder why | |
| He let me feel his sad | |
| Maybe oneday | |
| I' ll know the reason | |
| Maybe oneday | |
| I will |