| Song | No Wisdom Brings Solace |
| Artist | Sybreed |
| Album | God Is An Automation |
| I’ve tried to fight pessimism | |
| To look for an explanation to the prime weakness we seem to convey: | |
| A strong drive to destroy ourselves | |
| All statements have turned out to conduct to a maze of suspect justifications | |
| Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude | |
| Axioms appear so contrived | |
| And science, the paragon of devious crafts | |
| I struggle to assimilate this fact: | |
| No wisdom brings solace | |
| Chorus: | |
| I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to truly understand the misery of men | |
| The more I look inside, the more I’ am prone to deride the basis of every creed: | |
| To know is to be saved | |
| I’m lost, standing at the crossroads with no means to decide on a better course | |
| No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates | |
| Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief | |
| I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance | |
| Repeat second verse and chorus | |
| Nothing is true, nothing is eternal, there’s no reward for steadfast belief | |
| In a flawed system of assumption but a breakdown of cognition gears | |
| To deprave the core of all knowledge and confer it the arrays of faith | |
| Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity | |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I' ve tried to fight pessimism | |
| To look for an explanation to the prime weakness we seem to convey: | |
| A strong drive to destroy ourselves | |
| All statements have turned out to conduct to a maze of suspect justifications | |
| Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude | |
| Axioms appear so contrived | |
| And science, the paragon of devious crafts | |
| I struggle to assimilate this fact: | |
| No wisdom brings solace | |
| Chorus: | |
| I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to truly understand the misery of men | |
| The more I look inside, the more I' am prone to deride the basis of every creed: | |
| To know is to be saved | |
| I' m lost, standing at the crossroads with no means to decide on a better course | |
| No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates | |
| Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief | |
| I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance | |
| Repeat second verse and chorus | |
| Nothing is true, nothing is eternal, there' s no reward for steadfast belief | |
| In a flawed system of assumption but a breakdown of cognition gears | |
| To deprave the core of all knowledge and confer it the arrays of faith | |
| Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity | |
| Repeat Chorus |