| Song | The Unknown Knows |
| Artist | Voivod |
| Album | The Best Of Voivod |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Voivod | |
| On this train | |
| Will it always rain? | |
| Try to analyze | |
| This led venture | |
| Songless sky, digital bug-eye | |
| Octogonal seams so much clearer | |
| Indiscrete, status incomplete | |
| To provide me with | |
| Something better | |
| Things come and go | |
| This world is droll | |
| All that I know | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Talk to me you flying shadows | |
| Wandering into the ozone stew | |
| Keep your myths from the embryos | |
| Who would misconstrue | |
| Anything new | |
| An outright official fiasco | |
| Can you shiled me | |
| From the drastic truth | |
| Times come and go | |
| How dull the flow | |
| All that I hope | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Have some sign come to me | |
| That I am in their league | |
| Back down to reality | |
| Look about, response is wanting | |
| Events are carefully on display | |
| Common sense, a gift, is given | |
| But mystic mistakes are never made | |
| Suspecting premature daydreams | |
| I surrender to ritual grey | |
| I come and go | |
| Endless approach | |
| I must be close | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Why all this commotion now? | |
| Stop...wait | |
| I wish I knew the one who knows | |
| Yesterday will come | |
| With tomorrow's sun | |
| And merry-go-round | |
| Stuck on muddy ground | |
| Nineteen yelping fools | |
| Half-wits spouting drool | |
| Half of which have some | |
| The others have none | |
| I knew all along |
| zuo ci : Voivod | |
| On this train | |
| Will it always rain? | |
| Try to analyze | |
| This led venture | |
| Songless sky, digital bugeye | |
| Octogonal seams so much clearer | |
| Indiscrete, status incomplete | |
| To provide me with | |
| Something better | |
| Things come and go | |
| This world is droll | |
| All that I know | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Talk to me you flying shadows | |
| Wandering into the ozone stew | |
| Keep your myths from the embryos | |
| Who would misconstrue | |
| Anything new | |
| An outright official fiasco | |
| Can you shiled me | |
| From the drastic truth | |
| Times come and go | |
| How dull the flow | |
| All that I hope | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Have some sign come to me | |
| That I am in their league | |
| Back down to reality | |
| Look about, response is wanting | |
| Events are carefully on display | |
| Common sense, a gift, is given | |
| But mystic mistakes are never made | |
| Suspecting premature daydreams | |
| I surrender to ritual grey | |
| I come and go | |
| Endless approach | |
| I must be close | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Why all this commotion now? | |
| Stop... wait | |
| I wish I knew the one who knows | |
| Yesterday will come | |
| With tomorrow' s sun | |
| And merrygoround | |
| Stuck on muddy ground | |
| Nineteen yelping fools | |
| Halfwits spouting drool | |
| Half of which have some | |
| The others have none | |
| I knew all along |
| zuò cí : Voivod | |
| On this train | |
| Will it always rain? | |
| Try to analyze | |
| This led venture | |
| Songless sky, digital bugeye | |
| Octogonal seams so much clearer | |
| Indiscrete, status incomplete | |
| To provide me with | |
| Something better | |
| Things come and go | |
| This world is droll | |
| All that I know | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Talk to me you flying shadows | |
| Wandering into the ozone stew | |
| Keep your myths from the embryos | |
| Who would misconstrue | |
| Anything new | |
| An outright official fiasco | |
| Can you shiled me | |
| From the drastic truth | |
| Times come and go | |
| How dull the flow | |
| All that I hope | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Have some sign come to me | |
| That I am in their league | |
| Back down to reality | |
| Look about, response is wanting | |
| Events are carefully on display | |
| Common sense, a gift, is given | |
| But mystic mistakes are never made | |
| Suspecting premature daydreams | |
| I surrender to ritual grey | |
| I come and go | |
| Endless approach | |
| I must be close | |
| The Unknown knows | |
| Why all this commotion now? | |
| Stop... wait | |
| I wish I knew the one who knows | |
| Yesterday will come | |
| With tomorrow' s sun | |
| And merrygoround | |
| Stuck on muddy ground | |
| Nineteen yelping fools | |
| Halfwits spouting drool | |
| Half of which have some | |
| The others have none | |
| I knew all along |