| Song | Cosmic Drama |
| Artist | Voivod |
| Album | Dimension Hatröss |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Belanger, DAmour, Langevin ... | |
| Lost in a shadow | |
| The planet rolls like a ball | |
| Darkness will follow | |
| And soon the whole thing will fall' | |
| Cause now | |
| I'm ableTo see the little light' | |
| Cause now | |
| I'm ableTo know what's in the sky | |
| Ground is shaking | |
| And it's still far away | |
| Sure it's coming | |
| The drama is on its way' | |
| Cause this is much faster | |
| Than a runaway star | |
| Too brilliant | |
| To watch it with my eyes | |
| Radical abortion | |
| Impulsive conclusion | |
| All things good get their end | |
| Even vast, no man's land | |
| Too many reasons | |
| Too much oppression | |
| My mind's mutation | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Imploring the quasar | |
| There is no freedom | |
| No satisfaction | |
| I want some action | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Everything is over | |
| That's why | |
| I do thatThat's why it's a fact | |
| Why do I regret | |
| Nothing better yet | |
| Sky is red | |
| And nature falls in disgrace | |
| Space is dread | |
| There's no place to be safe | |
| The quasar is coming | |
| Ordered by my mind | |
| Spreading | |
| X-raysMaking the system blind | |
| Astral rotation | |
| Turning the wrong way | |
| Solar collision | |
| Causing the end of this age | |
| Comets flying | |
| Emanating a gas | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Every form of life | |
| For a lost dimension | |
| Have a wise solution | |
| Better now than never | |
| Don't need more, you neither | |
| Too many reasons | |
| Too much oppression | |
| My mind's mutation | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Imploring the quasar | |
| There is no freedom | |
| No satisfaction | |
| I want some action | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Everything is over | |
| That's why | |
| I do thatThat's why it's a fact | |
| Why do I regret | |
| Nothing better yet | |
| The final process | |
| Hard and so complex | |
| Reverse the motion | |
| Adding some tension | |
| Setting the machine | |
| Awaiting to leave | |
| My bones and my soul | |
| On my way back home | |
| Have a look behind | |
| Nothing more to find |
| zuo ci : Belanger, DAmour, Langevin ... | |
| Lost in a shadow | |
| The planet rolls like a ball | |
| Darkness will follow | |
| And soon the whole thing will fall' | |
| Cause now | |
| I' m ableTo see the little light' | |
| Cause now | |
| I' m ableTo know what' s in the sky | |
| Ground is shaking | |
| And it' s still far away | |
| Sure it' s coming | |
| The drama is on its way' | |
| Cause this is much faster | |
| Than a runaway star | |
| Too brilliant | |
| To watch it with my eyes | |
| Radical abortion | |
| Impulsive conclusion | |
| All things good get their end | |
| Even vast, no man' s land | |
| Too many reasons | |
| Too much oppression | |
| My mind' s mutation | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Imploring the quasar | |
| There is no freedom | |
| No satisfaction | |
| I want some action | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Everything is over | |
| That' s why | |
| I do thatThat' s why it' s a fact | |
| Why do I regret | |
| Nothing better yet | |
| Sky is red | |
| And nature falls in disgrace | |
| Space is dread | |
| There' s no place to be safe | |
| The quasar is coming | |
| Ordered by my mind | |
| Spreading | |
| XraysMaking the system blind | |
| Astral rotation | |
| Turning the wrong way | |
| Solar collision | |
| Causing the end of this age | |
| Comets flying | |
| Emanating a gas | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Every form of life | |
| For a lost dimension | |
| Have a wise solution | |
| Better now than never | |
| Don' t need more, you neither | |
| Too many reasons | |
| Too much oppression | |
| My mind' s mutation | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Imploring the quasar | |
| There is no freedom | |
| No satisfaction | |
| I want some action | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Everything is over | |
| That' s why | |
| I do thatThat' s why it' s a fact | |
| Why do I regret | |
| Nothing better yet | |
| The final process | |
| Hard and so complex | |
| Reverse the motion | |
| Adding some tension | |
| Setting the machine | |
| Awaiting to leave | |
| My bones and my soul | |
| On my way back home | |
| Have a look behind | |
| Nothing more to find |
| zuò cí : Belanger, DAmour, Langevin ... | |
| Lost in a shadow | |
| The planet rolls like a ball | |
| Darkness will follow | |
| And soon the whole thing will fall' | |
| Cause now | |
| I' m ableTo see the little light' | |
| Cause now | |
| I' m ableTo know what' s in the sky | |
| Ground is shaking | |
| And it' s still far away | |
| Sure it' s coming | |
| The drama is on its way' | |
| Cause this is much faster | |
| Than a runaway star | |
| Too brilliant | |
| To watch it with my eyes | |
| Radical abortion | |
| Impulsive conclusion | |
| All things good get their end | |
| Even vast, no man' s land | |
| Too many reasons | |
| Too much oppression | |
| My mind' s mutation | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Imploring the quasar | |
| There is no freedom | |
| No satisfaction | |
| I want some action | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Everything is over | |
| That' s why | |
| I do thatThat' s why it' s a fact | |
| Why do I regret | |
| Nothing better yet | |
| Sky is red | |
| And nature falls in disgrace | |
| Space is dread | |
| There' s no place to be safe | |
| The quasar is coming | |
| Ordered by my mind | |
| Spreading | |
| XraysMaking the system blind | |
| Astral rotation | |
| Turning the wrong way | |
| Solar collision | |
| Causing the end of this age | |
| Comets flying | |
| Emanating a gas | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Every form of life | |
| For a lost dimension | |
| Have a wise solution | |
| Better now than never | |
| Don' t need more, you neither | |
| Too many reasons | |
| Too much oppression | |
| My mind' s mutation | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Imploring the quasar | |
| There is no freedom | |
| No satisfaction | |
| I want some action | |
| With my psychic power | |
| Everything is over | |
| That' s why | |
| I do thatThat' s why it' s a fact | |
| Why do I regret | |
| Nothing better yet | |
| The final process | |
| Hard and so complex | |
| Reverse the motion | |
| Adding some tension | |
| Setting the machine | |
| Awaiting to leave | |
| My bones and my soul | |
| On my way back home | |
| Have a look behind | |
| Nothing more to find |