| Song | Into The Nowhere |
| Artist | Agent Steel |
| Album | Omega Conspiracy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bruce Hall/Bernie Versailles | |
| The god sighed and silence was born | |
| A tortured life is spared of vision | |
| And it's painful when it's worn | |
| The cloak of shame spares no protection | |
| His world is made of steel | |
| In his hands he bent the fire | |
| To mold a thing so real | |
| A burning world born of desire | |
| His hope was not enough | |
| To fill an empty cup | |
| He simply let it drain into the nowhere | |
| There is no reckoning | |
| There is no bargaining | |
| In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping | |
| We stand below rinsed by the tears | |
| Unlike rain they bring no healing | |
| Rust corrodes the souls | |
| Of children wrought to match his image | |
| Abandoned with all of his cares | |
| No choice but to wait for the kindness of time | |
| To erase us one and all | |
| To flow like a river with no beginning | |
| Head in hands and weary eyes | |
| The failures scratch and carve the lines | |
| Into the face of one | |
| The lines into the face of none | |
| He sees the world | |
| He sees his dreams | |
| And nothing's ever as it seems | |
| The promise was so real | |
| Now all that's left is crumbled steel | |
| No prayers are said in his name | |
| Nobody knew that he ever existed | |
| Alone he accepts all the blame | |
| Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted | |
| And he waits for another to come | |
| Another, a chance to revive from the nothing | |
| The fabric to weave once again | |
| To forge from the fire his vision of man |
| zuo qu : Bruce Hall Bernie Versailles | |
| The god sighed and silence was born | |
| A tortured life is spared of vision | |
| And it' s painful when it' s worn | |
| The cloak of shame spares no protection | |
| His world is made of steel | |
| In his hands he bent the fire | |
| To mold a thing so real | |
| A burning world born of desire | |
| His hope was not enough | |
| To fill an empty cup | |
| He simply let it drain into the nowhere | |
| There is no reckoning | |
| There is no bargaining | |
| In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping | |
| We stand below rinsed by the tears | |
| Unlike rain they bring no healing | |
| Rust corrodes the souls | |
| Of children wrought to match his image | |
| Abandoned with all of his cares | |
| No choice but to wait for the kindness of time | |
| To erase us one and all | |
| To flow like a river with no beginning | |
| Head in hands and weary eyes | |
| The failures scratch and carve the lines | |
| Into the face of one | |
| The lines into the face of none | |
| He sees the world | |
| He sees his dreams | |
| And nothing' s ever as it seems | |
| The promise was so real | |
| Now all that' s left is crumbled steel | |
| No prayers are said in his name | |
| Nobody knew that he ever existed | |
| Alone he accepts all the blame | |
| Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted | |
| And he waits for another to come | |
| Another, a chance to revive from the nothing | |
| The fabric to weave once again | |
| To forge from the fire his vision of man |
| zuò qǔ : Bruce Hall Bernie Versailles | |
| The god sighed and silence was born | |
| A tortured life is spared of vision | |
| And it' s painful when it' s worn | |
| The cloak of shame spares no protection | |
| His world is made of steel | |
| In his hands he bent the fire | |
| To mold a thing so real | |
| A burning world born of desire | |
| His hope was not enough | |
| To fill an empty cup | |
| He simply let it drain into the nowhere | |
| There is no reckoning | |
| There is no bargaining | |
| In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping | |
| We stand below rinsed by the tears | |
| Unlike rain they bring no healing | |
| Rust corrodes the souls | |
| Of children wrought to match his image | |
| Abandoned with all of his cares | |
| No choice but to wait for the kindness of time | |
| To erase us one and all | |
| To flow like a river with no beginning | |
| Head in hands and weary eyes | |
| The failures scratch and carve the lines | |
| Into the face of one | |
| The lines into the face of none | |
| He sees the world | |
| He sees his dreams | |
| And nothing' s ever as it seems | |
| The promise was so real | |
| Now all that' s left is crumbled steel | |
| No prayers are said in his name | |
| Nobody knew that he ever existed | |
| Alone he accepts all the blame | |
| Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted | |
| And he waits for another to come | |
| Another, a chance to revive from the nothing | |
| The fabric to weave once again | |
| To forge from the fire his vision of man |