[00:00.00] 作词 : Warrel Dane
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jeff Loomis/Warrel Dane
[00:15.51]Listen and
[00:20.25]I'll tell you the story of our end
[00:20.88]Equate the calculation, salvation's dead
[00:33.00]Learn the lesson quickly
[00:33.51]The enemies of reality bring the sickness
[00:38.82]Of cleansing genius
[01:00.99]What are we but men without eyes?
[01:01.83]Swimming through the poison of design
[01:15.60]Create the infinite and expand the question
[01:20.46]Count to number seven
[01:26.97]Your day of rest creates infection, your imperfection
[01:52.95]What are we but men without eyes?
[01:53.55]Swimming through the poison of design
[01:54.24]The waves ran as the storm came
[01:54.90]The lightning in the distance signaled the coming crushing days
[01:56.22]The sky was brooding and beautiful
[02:25.53]And the gulls sailed like recycled fragile entities
[02:41.28]The waves bled as the storm changed
[02:47.37]In the cold embrace of the unknown
[02:48.24]Not even blood could bring us warmth
[02:56.22]There is no future shock
[03:12.54]There is no god
[03:17.07]There is no fashionable deliverance
[03:29.52]What are we but men without eyes?
[03:30.24]Swimming through the poison of design
[03:31.62]What are we but men without eyes?
[03:32.28]Swimming through the poison of design

作词 : Warrel Dane
作曲 : Jeff Loomis/Warrel Dane
Listen and
I'll tell you the story of our end
Equate the calculation, salvation's dead
Learn the lesson quickly
The enemies of reality bring the sickness
Of cleansing genius
What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design
Create the infinite and expand the question
Count to number seven
Your day of rest creates infection, your imperfection
What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design
The waves ran as the storm came
The lightning in the distance signaled the coming crushing days
The sky was brooding and beautiful
And the gulls sailed like recycled fragile entities
The waves bled as the storm changed
In the cold embrace of the unknown
Not even blood could bring us warmth
There is no future shock
There is no god
There is no fashionable deliverance
What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design
What are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the poison of design