Song | This Godless Endeavor |
Artist | Nevermore |
Album | The Year Of The Voyager |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dane, Loomis | |
And on the open road we came to a sign | |
For it was foretold that the weak would inherit | |
And nothing would change | |
Here we are at the crossroads, standing face to back | |
Still afraid to see our eyes | |
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone | |
Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor | |
My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more | |
When I heard a sound come rapping, tapping on my door | |
Hello, I'm happy to meet you | |
In your confidence is it safe? | |
Sit down I'm happy to greet you | |
To feed your greedy dog at the edge of the stage? | |
But before, before you slam the door | |
Tell me when, tell me why, tell me what this fucking life is for | |
We fly through this godless endeavor | |
We try to explain the black forever | |
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone | |
I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor the only cage | |
I've known | |
Our organic equation has shown it's flaw | |
Can we agree to disagree on the concept of god? | |
As I lifted up my brother he said to me“ | |
Abandon naive realism, surrender thought in cold precision” | |
I feel empty and deranged, denied one last epiphany and ushered from the stage | |
Thou shalt not question, the role of science is not to eliminate god | |
As alternative gods multiply science stands accused of theocide | |
Consume, conform | |
The children sitting in the trees, they turn to laugh at me | |
They tell me that | |
I'm insane, but in my mind | |
I know I'm to blame | |
Alone within my lunacy, dementia fills the void within me | |
No testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds | |
They are so discontent | |
All the faithful fall onto their knees | |
And praise the priests of industrial disease | |
We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance | |
In godless random interpretation | |
The universe still expands, mankind still can't understand | |
How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you | |
Welcome to the end my friend, the sky has opened |
zuo ci : Dane, Loomis | |
And on the open road we came to a sign | |
For it was foretold that the weak would inherit | |
And nothing would change | |
Here we are at the crossroads, standing face to back | |
Still afraid to see our eyes | |
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone | |
Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor | |
My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more | |
When I heard a sound come rapping, tapping on my door | |
Hello, I' m happy to meet you | |
In your confidence is it safe? | |
Sit down I' m happy to greet you | |
To feed your greedy dog at the edge of the stage? | |
But before, before you slam the door | |
Tell me when, tell me why, tell me what this fucking life is for | |
We fly through this godless endeavor | |
We try to explain the black forever | |
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone | |
I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor the only cage | |
I' ve known | |
Our organic equation has shown it' s flaw | |
Can we agree to disagree on the concept of god? | |
As I lifted up my brother he said to me" | |
Abandon naive realism, surrender thought in cold precision" | |
I feel empty and deranged, denied one last epiphany and ushered from the stage | |
Thou shalt not question, the role of science is not to eliminate god | |
As alternative gods multiply science stands accused of theocide | |
Consume, conform | |
The children sitting in the trees, they turn to laugh at me | |
They tell me that | |
I' m insane, but in my mind | |
I know I' m to blame | |
Alone within my lunacy, dementia fills the void within me | |
No testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds | |
They are so discontent | |
All the faithful fall onto their knees | |
And praise the priests of industrial disease | |
We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance | |
In godless random interpretation | |
The universe still expands, mankind still can' t understand | |
How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you | |
Welcome to the end my friend, the sky has opened |
zuò cí : Dane, Loomis | |
And on the open road we came to a sign | |
For it was foretold that the weak would inherit | |
And nothing would change | |
Here we are at the crossroads, standing face to back | |
Still afraid to see our eyes | |
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone | |
Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor | |
My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more | |
When I heard a sound come rapping, tapping on my door | |
Hello, I' m happy to meet you | |
In your confidence is it safe? | |
Sit down I' m happy to greet you | |
To feed your greedy dog at the edge of the stage? | |
But before, before you slam the door | |
Tell me when, tell me why, tell me what this fucking life is for | |
We fly through this godless endeavor | |
We try to explain the black forever | |
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone | |
I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor the only cage | |
I' ve known | |
Our organic equation has shown it' s flaw | |
Can we agree to disagree on the concept of god? | |
As I lifted up my brother he said to me" | |
Abandon naive realism, surrender thought in cold precision" | |
I feel empty and deranged, denied one last epiphany and ushered from the stage | |
Thou shalt not question, the role of science is not to eliminate god | |
As alternative gods multiply science stands accused of theocide | |
Consume, conform | |
The children sitting in the trees, they turn to laugh at me | |
They tell me that | |
I' m insane, but in my mind | |
I know I' m to blame | |
Alone within my lunacy, dementia fills the void within me | |
No testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds | |
They are so discontent | |
All the faithful fall onto their knees | |
And praise the priests of industrial disease | |
We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance | |
In godless random interpretation | |
The universe still expands, mankind still can' t understand | |
How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you | |
Welcome to the end my friend, the sky has opened |