| Song | Void (Internal Theory) |
| Artist | Eyedea & Abilities |
| Album | First Born |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Silence is what we all need for a minute | |
| Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we're livin' | |
| Life and tryin' to make some noise | |
| The screams sort of seem like we're cryin' | |
| Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh | |
| And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition | |
| But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? | |
| Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble | |
| It's a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes | |
| Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding | |
| I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding | |
| Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity | |
| While we're all buyin' the government's repent from social security | |
| Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax | |
| I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap | |
| Exercisin' my brain | |
| Realizin' that pain will be arrivin' | |
| If I dive into the cesspool of my mind | |
| So I'm rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly | |
| Not easily blinded | |
| Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling's weep | |
| I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal | |
| Strangely changing climate as they increase the level | |
| I said I wouldn't sign shit, 'cause I don't want to meet the devil | |
| But I lost my mind, and I'm tryin' to find it in the dimension of space | |
| Between bass and treble | |
| Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can't count | |
| Chatter is the substance that comes from most people's mouth | |
| Matter is what you don't to me, he don't to she, we don't to we | |
| But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life's about | |
| Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations | |
| Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination | |
| Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego | |
| But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation | |
| Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch | |
| Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich | |
| The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites | |
| And if you don't ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life's a bitch | |
| [Refrain x6] | |
| Nothing gets you nowhere | |
| But everything gets you somewhere | |
| One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bar |
| zuo qu : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Silence is what we all need for a minute | |
| Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we' re livin' | |
| Life and tryin' to make some noise | |
| The screams sort of seem like we' re cryin' | |
| Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh | |
| And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition | |
| But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? | |
| Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble | |
| It' s a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes | |
| Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding | |
| I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding | |
| Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity | |
| While we' re all buyin' the government' s repent from social security | |
| Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax | |
| I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap | |
| Exercisin' my brain | |
| Realizin' that pain will be arrivin' | |
| If I dive into the cesspool of my mind | |
| So I' m rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly | |
| Not easily blinded | |
| Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling' s weep | |
| I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal | |
| Strangely changing climate as they increase the level | |
| I said I wouldn' t sign shit, ' cause I don' t want to meet the devil | |
| But I lost my mind, and I' m tryin' to find it in the dimension of space | |
| Between bass and treble | |
| Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can' t count | |
| Chatter is the substance that comes from most people' s mouth | |
| Matter is what you don' t to me, he don' t to she, we don' t to we | |
| But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life' s about | |
| Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations | |
| Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination | |
| Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego | |
| But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation | |
| Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch | |
| Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich | |
| The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites | |
| And if you don' t ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life' s a bitch | |
| Refrain x6 | |
| Nothing gets you nowhere | |
| But everything gets you somewhere | |
| One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bar |
| zuò qǔ : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Silence is what we all need for a minute | |
| Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we' re livin' | |
| Life and tryin' to make some noise | |
| The screams sort of seem like we' re cryin' | |
| Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh | |
| And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition | |
| But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? | |
| Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble | |
| It' s a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes | |
| Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding | |
| I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding | |
| Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity | |
| While we' re all buyin' the government' s repent from social security | |
| Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax | |
| I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap | |
| Exercisin' my brain | |
| Realizin' that pain will be arrivin' | |
| If I dive into the cesspool of my mind | |
| So I' m rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly | |
| Not easily blinded | |
| Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling' s weep | |
| I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal | |
| Strangely changing climate as they increase the level | |
| I said I wouldn' t sign shit, ' cause I don' t want to meet the devil | |
| But I lost my mind, and I' m tryin' to find it in the dimension of space | |
| Between bass and treble | |
| Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can' t count | |
| Chatter is the substance that comes from most people' s mouth | |
| Matter is what you don' t to me, he don' t to she, we don' t to we | |
| But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life' s about | |
| Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations | |
| Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination | |
| Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego | |
| But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation | |
| Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch | |
| Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich | |
| The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites | |
| And if you don' t ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life' s a bitch | |
| Refrain x6 | |
| Nothing gets you nowhere | |
| But everything gets you somewhere | |
| One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bar |