[00:00.00] 作曲 : Job for a Cowboy
[00:00.00]It bleeds! It breathes!
[00:07.43]What stands before us, is not a machine
[00:11.08]It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream!
[00:24.38](Scream)
[00:26.73]Its body is covered in hundreds of wires
[00:32.86]And a mouth that attempts to speak, it attempts to lie
[00:46.93]Only murmurs, collapse from its jaws
[00:52.67]And a world, a world without,
[00:55.91]A world without you
[00:59.24]But I rise, the dead will pride
[01:06.20]It breathes, beyond this life,
[01:12.25]So sleep, sleep among us, hesitate no more
[01:21.18]En...tomb-men...of-a-ma...chine (entombment of a machine)
[01:34.17]We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us,
[01:47.22]With only delayed movements, from its figure, we all begin to strain
[01:58.30]Entombment of a machine
[02:04.20]Entombment of a machine
[02:10.75]What stands before us is not a machine
[02:15.68]What stands before us is not a machine
[02:31.68]My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program,
[02:38.33]This program kept you breathing, it kept you alive
[02:44.73]These circuits diffused once more
[02:57.49]Its body is covered in hundreds of wires
[03:03.17]Only murmurs collapse from its scream
[03:16.34]Entombment of a machine
[03:26.63]But I saw it die.
[03:31.50]But I saw it die
[03:35.48]But I saw It dead.
[03:38.88]But I saw it die.
[03:44.33]I saw it die
[03:55.22]I watched it DIE!

作曲 : Job for a Cowboy
It bleeds! It breathes!
What stands before us, is not a machine
It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream!
(Scream)
Its body is covered in hundreds of wires
And a mouth that attempts to speak, it attempts to lie
Only murmurs, collapse from its jaws
And a world, a world without,
A world without you
But I rise, the dead will pride
It breathes, beyond this life,
So sleep, sleep among us, hesitate no more
En...tomb-men...of-a-ma...chine (entombment of a machine)
We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us,
With only delayed movements, from its figure, we all begin to strain
Entombment of a machine
Entombment of a machine
What stands before us is not a machine
What stands before us is not a machine
My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program,
This program kept you breathing, it kept you alive
These circuits diffused once more
Its body is covered in hundreds of wires
Only murmurs collapse from its scream
Entombment of a machine
But I saw it die.
But I saw it die
But I saw It dead.
But I saw it die.
I saw it die
I watched it DIE!