| Song | Bio-Mechanic |
| Artist | Front Line Assembly |
| Album | Tactical Neural Implant |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fulber, Leeb | |
| "Keeping the brain going with microshocks." | |
| Melted faces | |
| Fractured cells | |
| Implanted memories | |
| Syringe of hell | |
| Crippled mutants | |
| Strapped with chains | |
| Tortured users | |
| Laughing in pain | |
| The track marks your spine, they say | |
| Machines are humans | |
| We're programmed that way | |
| In God we trust | |
| Empty vastness | |
| You can't hear a sound | |
| In space they float | |
| Users unbound | |
| The pulse it races | |
| Chest is tight | |
| A higher feeling | |
| Censored with fright | |
| "I believe in disease" | |
| "I believe in pain, cruelty and infidelity" | |
| Synthetic stimulant | |
| Artificial plague | |
| Demented erosion | |
| Existence for a new way | |
| In God we trust | |
| In God we trust |
| zuo ci : Fulber, Leeb | |
| " Keeping the brain going with microshocks." | |
| Melted faces | |
| Fractured cells | |
| Implanted memories | |
| Syringe of hell | |
| Crippled mutants | |
| Strapped with chains | |
| Tortured users | |
| Laughing in pain | |
| The track marks your spine, they say | |
| Machines are humans | |
| We' re programmed that way | |
| In God we trust | |
| Empty vastness | |
| You can' t hear a sound | |
| In space they float | |
| Users unbound | |
| The pulse it races | |
| Chest is tight | |
| A higher feeling | |
| Censored with fright | |
| " I believe in disease" | |
| " I believe in pain, cruelty and infidelity" | |
| Synthetic stimulant | |
| Artificial plague | |
| Demented erosion | |
| Existence for a new way | |
| In God we trust | |
| In God we trust |
| zuò cí : Fulber, Leeb | |
| " Keeping the brain going with microshocks." | |
| Melted faces | |
| Fractured cells | |
| Implanted memories | |
| Syringe of hell | |
| Crippled mutants | |
| Strapped with chains | |
| Tortured users | |
| Laughing in pain | |
| The track marks your spine, they say | |
| Machines are humans | |
| We' re programmed that way | |
| In God we trust | |
| Empty vastness | |
| You can' t hear a sound | |
| In space they float | |
| Users unbound | |
| The pulse it races | |
| Chest is tight | |
| A higher feeling | |
| Censored with fright | |
| " I believe in disease" | |
| " I believe in pain, cruelty and infidelity" | |
| Synthetic stimulant | |
| Artificial plague | |
| Demented erosion | |
| Existence for a new way | |
| In God we trust | |
| In God we trust |