| 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 |