| Song | Doubt |
| Artist | Goodtime Boys |
| Album | Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Inescapable, undeniable | |
| The ever looming question | |
| What if I’m wrong? Where will I go? | |
| Nowhere to hide from myself | |
| Where will I go? | |
| Infinite answers, infinite mistakes to make | |
| The absurdity of certainty | |
| Restless in questions with endless paths to take | |
| Restless in questions | |
| Am I here? Is this real? | |
| Until the end, when there’s nothing to say | |
| Ash in the wind, a faded grey stale body in a box | |
| Dragged through the dirt by the ticking clock | |
| Infinite answers, infinite mistakes to make | |
| Restless in pieces | |
| Endless paths to the same fate | |
| Dragged through the dirt are the minds of men | |
| Dragged through the dirt again and again till the end | |
| Everything ends |
| Inescapable, undeniable | |
| The ever looming question | |
| What if I' m wrong? Where will I go? | |
| Nowhere to hide from myself | |
| Where will I go? | |
| Infinite answers, infinite mistakes to make | |
| The absurdity of certainty | |
| Restless in questions with endless paths to take | |
| Restless in questions | |
| Am I here? Is this real? | |
| Until the end, when there' s nothing to say | |
| Ash in the wind, a faded grey stale body in a box | |
| Dragged through the dirt by the ticking clock | |
| Infinite answers, infinite mistakes to make | |
| Restless in pieces | |
| Endless paths to the same fate | |
| Dragged through the dirt are the minds of men | |
| Dragged through the dirt again and again till the end | |
| Everything ends |
| Inescapable, undeniable | |
| The ever looming question | |
| What if I' m wrong? Where will I go? | |
| Nowhere to hide from myself | |
| Where will I go? | |
| Infinite answers, infinite mistakes to make | |
| The absurdity of certainty | |
| Restless in questions with endless paths to take | |
| Restless in questions | |
| Am I here? Is this real? | |
| Until the end, when there' s nothing to say | |
| Ash in the wind, a faded grey stale body in a box | |
| Dragged through the dirt by the ticking clock | |
| Infinite answers, infinite mistakes to make | |
| Restless in pieces | |
| Endless paths to the same fate | |
| Dragged through the dirt are the minds of men | |
| Dragged through the dirt again and again till the end | |
| Everything ends |