Katatonia - In the whiteAre you in or are you outThe words are stones in my mouthHush little baby don't you cryТruth comes downStrikes me in the eyeTurning season withinBrand new nails across my skinBut who am I to imply That I was foundThat I found you in the whiteTo overcome thisI become one withThe quiet cold of late novemberIf you don't seeI'll remain unseenUntil there's time to be remembered So I had a green lightI was lost in city lightsNot so far from a tryThis is not our last goodbyeSo I found youFound a way all throughThe quiet cold of inner darknessAnd now that you're hereIt becomes so clearI have waited for you always Оваа ми е меѓу омилените од Katatonia. Овде се зборува за личност што после толку време ја наоѓаш, а ти си заблуден во осаменоста, и дека конечно си го нашол патот бидејќи таа личност е до тебе... Porcupine Tree - Pure narcotic You keep me waiting You keep me alone in a room full of friends You keep me hating You keep me listening to the Bends No amount of pointless days Can make this go away You have me on my knees You have me listless and deranged You have me in your pocket You have me distant and estranged No narcotics in my brain Can make this go away I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to You find me wanting You find me bloodless but inspired You find me out You find me hallucinating fire No narcotics in my brain Can make this go away Have we ever been here before? Running headlong at the floor Leave me dreaming on a railway track Wrap me up and send me back Посебно ова ми се допаѓа. Обично сите се трудеме да бидеме најдобри, а не всушност да бидеме НИЕ, макар и да не сме толку добри. Bjork - Play Dead darling stop confusing mewith your wishful thinkinghopeful enbracesdon't you understand?i have to go through thisi belong to here whereno-one cares and no-one lovesno light no air to live ina place called hatethe city of fear i play dead it stops the hurtingi play deadand hurting stops it's sometimes just like sleepingcurling up inside my private torturesi nestle into painhug sufferingcaress every ache i play deadit stops the hurting Бјорк е меѓу најдобрите кога се работи за опишување емоции. Преполнета со болка, попрво би „играла’’ мртва, односно рамнодушна и без емоции, бидејќи страдањето, тортурата и она: no-one cares and no-one loves и е едноставно дојдено преку капак.