| Song | Who Decides |
| Artist | Nevermore |
| Album | Enemies of Reality |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dane, Loomis | |
| And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then | |
| Who knows who really decides? | |
| In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity | |
| The astronaut listens to voices that call | |
| Won't you follow me down? | |
| Breathe, as you suffer with existence | |
| Rags and ruin of all that was human | |
| Leaching the force of collective design | |
| Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces | |
| But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines? | |
| In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal | |
| Why do we waste time on hope? | |
| In perfect execution, liquid and lucid | |
| Born in the astromaut's eyes | |
| Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear | |
| Breathe as you suffer in denial | |
| The lover and the blind man they sing their song | |
| The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone | |
| They can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson | |
| Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes | |
| But who decides, who decides? |
| zuo ci : Dane, Loomis | |
| And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then | |
| Who knows who really decides? | |
| In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity | |
| The astronaut listens to voices that call | |
| Won' t you follow me down? | |
| Breathe, as you suffer with existence | |
| Rags and ruin of all that was human | |
| Leaching the force of collective design | |
| Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces | |
| But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines? | |
| In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal | |
| Why do we waste time on hope? | |
| In perfect execution, liquid and lucid | |
| Born in the astromaut' s eyes | |
| Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear | |
| Breathe as you suffer in denial | |
| The lover and the blind man they sing their song | |
| The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone | |
| They can' t reach heaven, the truth' s brutal lesson | |
| Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes | |
| But who decides, who decides? |
| zuò cí : Dane, Loomis | |
| And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then | |
| Who knows who really decides? | |
| In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity | |
| The astronaut listens to voices that call | |
| Won' t you follow me down? | |
| Breathe, as you suffer with existence | |
| Rags and ruin of all that was human | |
| Leaching the force of collective design | |
| Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces | |
| But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines? | |
| In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal | |
| Why do we waste time on hope? | |
| In perfect execution, liquid and lucid | |
| Born in the astromaut' s eyes | |
| Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear | |
| Breathe as you suffer in denial | |
| The lover and the blind man they sing their song | |
| The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone | |
| They can' t reach heaven, the truth' s brutal lesson | |
| Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes | |
| But who decides, who decides? |