| 歌曲 | Roboturner |
| 歌手 | Between the Buried and Me |
| 专辑 | Alaska |
| 作曲 : Between The Buried ... | |
| Crush us | |
| Over and over again | |
| The years have come to this | |
| An improper art form | |
| Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
| Robots crush | |
| Death of human-music | |
| Bright lights fill the sky | |
| Track us through our fields of money | |
| The old days seem shit and primitive | |
| Abduction | |
| Control | |
| You write for me | |
| Oh, master | |
| Master of the machines | |
| Take this shit and make it gold | |
| Make my face sparkle with fame | |
| Master of the machines | |
| **** them hard and neglect their thoughts | |
| They will never see us coming | |
| No more human voice | |
| No more human actions | |
| Imperfect ****s stand in the dark | |
| Crush us | |
| Over and over again | |
| The years have come to this | |
| An improper art form | |
| Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
| Robots crush | |
| Death of human-music | |
| Counteract the idea of control | |
| Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful | |
| Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony | |
| This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again | |
| But will we ever realize | |
| A situation so far dead | |
| Make this a war | |
| Blood fills the sky | |
| Drop the deadly dive-bomb | |
| The end of this outside life | |
| We will find art again |
| zuò qǔ : Between The Buried ... | |
| Crush us | |
| Over and over again | |
| The years have come to this | |
| An improper art form | |
| Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
| Robots crush | |
| Death of humanmusic | |
| Bright lights fill the sky | |
| Track us through our fields of money | |
| The old days seem shit and primitive | |
| Abduction | |
| Control | |
| You write for me | |
| Oh, master | |
| Master of the machines | |
| Take this shit and make it gold | |
| Make my face sparkle with fame | |
| Master of the machines | |
| them hard and neglect their thoughts | |
| They will never see us coming | |
| No more human voice | |
| No more human actions | |
| Imperfect s stand in the dark | |
| Crush us | |
| Over and over again | |
| The years have come to this | |
| An improper art form | |
| Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
| Robots crush | |
| Death of humanmusic | |
| Counteract the idea of control | |
| Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful | |
| Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony | |
| This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again | |
| But will we ever realize | |
| A situation so far dead | |
| Make this a war | |
| Blood fills the sky | |
| Drop the deadly divebomb | |
| The end of this outside life | |
| We will find art again |