[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Peter Williams/Rheese Nathaniel Peters
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Dean James White/Tate David Terrance Senhenn/Rangi Mayne Barnes
[00:00.000]We are the only ones who see the world for what it is
[00:05.273]Kneeling before your technological over rulers
[00:09.125]Thriving off false praise from false identities, depreciating habits flowing through all of you
[00:17.231]I just want it all to end
[00:18.973]Depersonalised from my own mind, entwined in a sequence of lies between the lines
[00:23.137]Suffocating among those already doomed to the fate of their lives
[00:26.271]We will never accept this fate
[00:27.815]While we still hold the will to eradicate the threat
[00:29.439]We will never accept this fate
[00:31.265]A life sentence in the remnants of scattered hope
[00:38.269]Undead carcasses devoid of worth and comprehension
[00:43.589]Living our lives trespassing
[00:49.219]Virtual slaves
[00:52.945]Ensnared within a system of greed
[00:58.625]Depersonalised from my own mind, entwined in a sequence of lies between the lines
[01:02.596]Suffocating among those already doomed to the fate of their lives
[01:05.409]The source to this madness expanding before me
[01:07.682]Draining from within; fear overcomes
[01:09.635]Failing to sever the wires attached to these hollowed forms
[01:12.267]Now we know that this is our fate
[01:14.214]Relieving our souls into this
[01:15.934]Accept adapt then we'll be free
[01:17.804]Unending machine
[01:19.078]We are consigned to this fate
[01:20.895]Kneeling before your technological over rulers
[01:26.287]Now are you at peace?
[01:30.535]Now are you at peace?
[01:33.336]Connections ripping into the soft tissue allowing programmable intelligence
[01:36.409]Inserting memories; sentience stolen from my own malignant existence
[01:39.254]Inserting memories; sentience stolen from my own malignant existence within this darkened atmosphere
[01:46.841]Kneel before your technological over rulers
[01:52.630]Stripped of the existence you are gifted by your birth into this hell
[01:59.833]Your hell
[02:35.342]Am I just a collection of wires and circuits in a suit of flesh?
[02:42.568]I need to find an answer that hides within the depths of my soul
[02:50.563]Deaf to my own mind
[02:53.888]Dead to my own heart
[02:58.083]Imagined by my life
[03:01.220]Divide my skin
[03:05.130]Rend my veins
[03:08.900]To see inside
[03:24.615]You're talking about redefining my identity. I want a guarantee that I can still be myself.
[03:30.321]There isn't one. Why would you wish to? All things change in a dynamic environment?
[03:36.649]Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you?
[03:39.723]But you still haven't answered my earlier question. Why did you pick me?

作词 : Kyle Peter Williams/Rheese Nathaniel Peters
作曲 : Dean James White/Tate David Terrance Senhenn/Rangi Mayne Barnes
We are the only ones who see the world for what it is
Kneeling before your technological over rulers
Thriving off false praise from false identities, depreciating habits flowing through all of you
I just want it all to end
Depersonalised from my own mind, entwined in a sequence of lies between the lines
Suffocating among those already doomed to the fate of their lives
We will never accept this fate
While we still hold the will to eradicate the threat
We will never accept this fate
A life sentence in the remnants of scattered hope
Undead carcasses devoid of worth and comprehension
Living our lives trespassing
Virtual slaves
Ensnared within a system of greed
Depersonalised from my own mind, entwined in a sequence of lies between the lines
Suffocating among those already doomed to the fate of their lives
The source to this madness expanding before me
Draining from within; fear overcomes
Failing to sever the wires attached to these hollowed forms
Now we know that this is our fate
Relieving our souls into this
Accept adapt then we'll be free
Unending machine
We are consigned to this fate
Kneeling before your technological over rulers
Now are you at peace?
Now are you at peace?
Connections ripping into the soft tissue allowing programmable intelligence
Inserting memories; sentience stolen from my own malignant existence
Inserting memories; sentience stolen from my own malignant existence within this darkened atmosphere
Kneel before your technological over rulers
Stripped of the existence you are gifted by your birth into this hell
Your hell
Am I just a collection of wires and circuits in a suit of flesh?
I need to find an answer that hides within the depths of my soul
Deaf to my own mind
Dead to my own heart
Imagined by my life
Divide my skin
Rend my veins
To see inside
You're talking about redefining my identity. I want a guarantee that I can still be myself.
There isn't one. Why would you wish to? All things change in a dynamic environment?
Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you?
But you still haven't answered my earlier question. Why did you pick me?