| Song | Days Of Last |
| Artist | Fucked Up |
| Album | The Chemistry Of Common Life |
| 作曲 : 10, Fucked Up, Pink Eyes | |
| The Essees still wait for the returned | |
| Elijah,Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave, | |
| The Greek gods watch down from the heights of | |
| Mount Zion, | |
| Joking that the worship of the literal doesn't fade with time. | |
| Let me re-introduce myself, | |
| I am the son of man born, died, deified. | |
| All this dogma is bound, | |
| No effort to separate the myth from the facts, | |
| Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. | |
| Was it always this simple and obvious? | |
| We were only held back by faith-based malaise, | |
| The hubris of the fallacy that only | |
| God can judge me. | |
| Was it only arrogance are were we simply that naive, | |
| Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand, | |
| Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan? | |
| Anyone can touch us, | |
| Everyone will judge us, | |
| And the God above us, | |
| He doesn't really love us. | |
| You should know, | |
| You've spent your whole life figuring it out, | |
| So you should know. |
| zuò qǔ : 10, Fucked Up, Pink Eyes | |
| The Essees still wait for the returned | |
| Elijah, Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave, | |
| The Greek gods watch down from the heights of | |
| Mount Zion, | |
| Joking that the worship of the literal doesn' t fade with time. | |
| Let me reintroduce myself, | |
| I am the son of man born, died, deified. | |
| All this dogma is bound, | |
| No effort to separate the myth from the facts, | |
| Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. | |
| Was it always this simple and obvious? | |
| We were only held back by faithbased malaise, | |
| The hubris of the fallacy that only | |
| God can judge me. | |
| Was it only arrogance are were we simply that naive, | |
| Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand, | |
| Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan? | |
| Anyone can touch us, | |
| Everyone will judge us, | |
| And the God above us, | |
| He doesn' t really love us. | |
| You should know, | |
| You' ve spent your whole life figuring it out, | |
| So you should know. |