[00:00.000] 作词 : Jonathon Deiley/Nic Pettersen/Marcus Bridge/Joshua Smith
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jonathon Deiley/Nic Pettersen/Marcus Bridge/Joshua Smith
[00:47.482]Turn me into a battery
[00:54.286]If I get to be who I wanna be
[00:59.789]No "One", no prodigy
[01:03.641]Will speak for me
[01:07.216]I can't touch, I can't feel
[01:10.770]A false prophecy
[01:14.334]The truth or a lie, this painting of thought
[01:22.109]Black and white lines, vividity drawn
[01:29.568]Don't drown me in a sea of machines
[01:36.989]Don't drown me in a sea of machines
[01:44.431]Call me back in
[01:47.332]Turn me into a battery
[01:54.111]If I get to be who I wanna be
[01:59.923]No "One", no prodigy
[02:03.467]Will speak for me
[02:07.336]I can't touch, I can't feel
[02:10.581]A false prophecy
[02:16.441]"...To say yes, it may be a game,
[02:18.693]But it's a ghastly game, it's a grim game.
[02:21.930]It's like a child who's caught a fly alive
[02:26.150]And is picking the wings off it.
[02:28.072]The universe is that sort of scheme. It's a trap.
[02:32.298]It's the thing that gives you hope,
[02:34.539]Always dangling possibilities in front of you
[02:37.147]To keep you going but then it grinds you up.
[02:40.709]Then it revives you a little like a master torturer,
[02:43.599]Keeping a person alive in order to experience pain."
[02:46.199]Call me back in
[02:59.882]No "One", no prodigy
[03:03.448]Will speak for me
[03:07.015]I can't touch, I can't feel
[03:10.588]A false prophecy
[03:14.781]No "One", no prodigy
[03:18.382]Will speak for me
[03:22.267]I can't touch, I can't feel
[03:25.853]A false prophecy
[03:32.085]Turn me into a battery
[03:39.560]Turn me into a battery

作词 : Jonathon Deiley/Nic Pettersen/Marcus Bridge/Joshua Smith
作曲 : Jonathon Deiley/Nic Pettersen/Marcus Bridge/Joshua Smith
Turn me into a battery
If I get to be who I wanna be
No "One", no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
The truth or a lie, this painting of thought
Black and white lines, vividity drawn
Don't drown me in a sea of machines
Don't drown me in a sea of machines
Call me back in
Turn me into a battery
If I get to be who I wanna be
No "One", no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
"...To say yes, it may be a game,
But it's a ghastly game, it's a grim game.
It's like a child who's caught a fly alive
And is picking the wings off it.
The universe is that sort of scheme. It's a trap.
It's the thing that gives you hope,
Always dangling possibilities in front of you
To keep you going but then it grinds you up.
Then it revives you a little like a master torturer,
Keeping a person alive in order to experience pain."
Call me back in
No "One", no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
No "One", no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
Turn me into a battery
Turn me into a battery