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