| 歌曲 | Sword Of Eyes |
| 歌手 | Misery Signals |
| 专辑 | Mirrors |
| 作曲 : Misery Signals | |
| There is no one on the air | |
| I chase parading ghosts in burning memory | |
| Through empty shells of stolen moments | |
| As all the stains are reassuring us | |
| That they happened | |
| Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal | |
| Reflected back unto ourselves | |
| I've been reduced to a faded impression | |
| Attention paid, critical. | |
| These elements, they fail to align | |
| I realize this is passing | |
| Do they become something more | |
| Under the surface of an image paralyzed | |
| As we become nothing | |
| Spectral trails echo on the air | |
| Aperture set | |
| Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over | |
| Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind | |
| And I give myself to the truth | |
| Flesh fed to the piranhas | |
| Liar's blood it falls into water | |
| Where only the water survives | |
| I'll stare into my own false eyes | |
| And watch the life in them die | |
| The past will lay dead | |
| When the present is slain by the sword of eyes | |
| Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together | |
| You can't have it back | |
| You can never have it back |
| zuò qǔ : Misery Signals | |
| There is no one on the air | |
| I chase parading ghosts in burning memory | |
| Through empty shells of stolen moments | |
| As all the stains are reassuring us | |
| That they happened | |
| Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal | |
| Reflected back unto ourselves | |
| I' ve been reduced to a faded impression | |
| Attention paid, critical. | |
| These elements, they fail to align | |
| I realize this is passing | |
| Do they become something more | |
| Under the surface of an image paralyzed | |
| As we become nothing | |
| Spectral trails echo on the air | |
| Aperture set | |
| Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over | |
| Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind | |
| And I give myself to the truth | |
| Flesh fed to the piranhas | |
| Liar' s blood it falls into water | |
| Where only the water survives | |
| I' ll stare into my own false eyes | |
| And watch the life in them die | |
| The past will lay dead | |
| When the present is slain by the sword of eyes | |
| Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together | |
| You can' t have it back | |
| You can never have it back |