| Song | A Problem Yet To Be Solved |
| Artist | Anata |
| Album | Under A Stone With No Inscription |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Schälin | |
| "God created man in his own image" | |
| But ever since the fall of man | |
| Man is but a sinner who must do penance | |
| That is what | |
| God's servants say | |
| A true believer was hit by misfortune | |
| Although he had ;ed a sinless life "Can this be the will of an almighty god?" | |
| Clouded skies are reflecting his state of mind | |
| Storm rages above him in the dead of night | |
| But also in his heart | |
| His strength and will have failed him | |
| And he's beginning to doubt | |
| Those were even features of a higher might | |
| Inside he feels emptiness | |
| Might reflect a void in heaven | |
| And the absence of | |
| God Devoid of content is the word of | |
| God Serves no purpose in conformity with his life | |
| As all prosperity has been washed away | |
| And no support is to be accounted for from the "good" souls | |
| He feels named and alone as there' no one to answer his prayers | |
| No angels, no intervention divine | |
| Would save him should he fall | |
| All hope is lost but now he dares not believe | |
| Or live in the lie that used to be his shield | |
| If the meaning of life; | |
| To honor and live for | |
| God Proves to be a lie | |
| What's there to live for? | |
| I deny that there ever was a god | |
| Or a meaning of life other than reproduction | |
| The rest is up to each and everyone of us | |
| To seek or create | |
| Scourge of the philosopher | |
| Can there be a god if this world is a failure? | |
| The problem is old but yet to be solved | |
| So if there ever was a god | |
| Her's either dead, powerless, or a sadist | |
| Only thing to know for sure | |
| He's unworthy of our worship |
| zuo qu : Sch lin | |
| " God created man in his own image" | |
| But ever since the fall of man | |
| Man is but a sinner who must do penance | |
| That is what | |
| God' s servants say | |
| A true believer was hit by misfortune | |
| Although he had ed a sinless life " Can this be the will of an almighty god?" | |
| Clouded skies are reflecting his state of mind | |
| Storm rages above him in the dead of night | |
| But also in his heart | |
| His strength and will have failed him | |
| And he' s beginning to doubt | |
| Those were even features of a higher might | |
| Inside he feels emptiness | |
| Might reflect a void in heaven | |
| And the absence of | |
| God Devoid of content is the word of | |
| God Serves no purpose in conformity with his life | |
| As all prosperity has been washed away | |
| And no support is to be accounted for from the " good" souls | |
| He feels named and alone as there' no one to answer his prayers | |
| No angels, no intervention divine | |
| Would save him should he fall | |
| All hope is lost but now he dares not believe | |
| Or live in the lie that used to be his shield | |
| If the meaning of life | |
| To honor and live for | |
| God Proves to be a lie | |
| What' s there to live for? | |
| I deny that there ever was a god | |
| Or a meaning of life other than reproduction | |
| The rest is up to each and everyone of us | |
| To seek or create | |
| Scourge of the philosopher | |
| Can there be a god if this world is a failure? | |
| The problem is old but yet to be solved | |
| So if there ever was a god | |
| Her' s either dead, powerless, or a sadist | |
| Only thing to know for sure | |
| He' s unworthy of our worship |
| zuò qǔ : Sch lin | |
| " God created man in his own image" | |
| But ever since the fall of man | |
| Man is but a sinner who must do penance | |
| That is what | |
| God' s servants say | |
| A true believer was hit by misfortune | |
| Although he had ed a sinless life " Can this be the will of an almighty god?" | |
| Clouded skies are reflecting his state of mind | |
| Storm rages above him in the dead of night | |
| But also in his heart | |
| His strength and will have failed him | |
| And he' s beginning to doubt | |
| Those were even features of a higher might | |
| Inside he feels emptiness | |
| Might reflect a void in heaven | |
| And the absence of | |
| God Devoid of content is the word of | |
| God Serves no purpose in conformity with his life | |
| As all prosperity has been washed away | |
| And no support is to be accounted for from the " good" souls | |
| He feels named and alone as there' no one to answer his prayers | |
| No angels, no intervention divine | |
| Would save him should he fall | |
| All hope is lost but now he dares not believe | |
| Or live in the lie that used to be his shield | |
| If the meaning of life | |
| To honor and live for | |
| God Proves to be a lie | |
| What' s there to live for? | |
| I deny that there ever was a god | |
| Or a meaning of life other than reproduction | |
| The rest is up to each and everyone of us | |
| To seek or create | |
| Scourge of the philosopher | |
| Can there be a god if this world is a failure? | |
| The problem is old but yet to be solved | |
| So if there ever was a god | |
| Her' s either dead, powerless, or a sadist | |
| Only thing to know for sure | |
| He' s unworthy of our worship |