| Song | First Time Believers |
| Artist | Seven Mary Three |
| Album | The Economy of Sound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ross | |
| I am a tiny machinist. | |
| I have the smallest plans. | |
| I have a mind television. | |
| The gift of idle hands. | |
| I've been re-educated. | |
| To bleed technology. | |
| Even more complicated than the machines who made me. | |
| I'm a wasteland messiah. | |
| I'm a train run off the track. | |
| I'm a first time believer in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come back... | |
| There was a blackhole voice. | |
| An interrupted transmission. | |
| It said to free yourself. | |
| And that fear is your submission. | |
| I have the tiny tools. | |
| To finish what | |
| I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. | |
| I'm a wasteland messiah. | |
| I'm a train run off the track. | |
| I'm a first time believer in. | |
| What might never always does come back. | |
| I'm a ghost with a name. | |
| I'm the now and never past. | |
| I'm a first time believer in what might never always does. | |
| Come back. | |
| Yes, I want you. | |
| Yes, I want your mind. | |
| Blow it every time. | |
| They say it's darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. | |
| Of this I have no doubt. | |
| I drove the 44. | |
| To sun coming up sky. | |
| And when I saw their cars, | |
| I just smiled in my surprise. | |
| Little wasteland messiahs. | |
| Little trains run off the track. | |
| Little first time believers in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come. Little ghosts with a name. | |
| Little now and never past. | |
| Little first time believers in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come back. |
| zuo ci : Ross | |
| I am a tiny machinist. | |
| I have the smallest plans. | |
| I have a mind television. | |
| The gift of idle hands. | |
| I' ve been reeducated. | |
| To bleed technology. | |
| Even more complicated than the machines who made me. | |
| I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
| I' m a train run off the track. | |
| I' m a first time believer in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come back... | |
| There was a blackhole voice. | |
| An interrupted transmission. | |
| It said to free yourself. | |
| And that fear is your submission. | |
| I have the tiny tools. | |
| To finish what | |
| I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. | |
| I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
| I' m a train run off the track. | |
| I' m a first time believer in. | |
| What might never always does come back. | |
| I' m a ghost with a name. | |
| I' m the now and never past. | |
| I' m a first time believer in what might never always does. | |
| Come back. | |
| Yes, I want you. | |
| Yes, I want your mind. | |
| Blow it every time. | |
| They say it' s darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. | |
| Of this I have no doubt. | |
| I drove the 44. | |
| To sun coming up sky. | |
| And when I saw their cars, | |
| I just smiled in my surprise. | |
| Little wasteland messiahs. | |
| Little trains run off the track. | |
| Little first time believers in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come. Little ghosts with a name. | |
| Little now and never past. | |
| Little first time believers in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come back. |
| zuò cí : Ross | |
| I am a tiny machinist. | |
| I have the smallest plans. | |
| I have a mind television. | |
| The gift of idle hands. | |
| I' ve been reeducated. | |
| To bleed technology. | |
| Even more complicated than the machines who made me. | |
| I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
| I' m a train run off the track. | |
| I' m a first time believer in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come back... | |
| There was a blackhole voice. | |
| An interrupted transmission. | |
| It said to free yourself. | |
| And that fear is your submission. | |
| I have the tiny tools. | |
| To finish what | |
| I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. | |
| I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
| I' m a train run off the track. | |
| I' m a first time believer in. | |
| What might never always does come back. | |
| I' m a ghost with a name. | |
| I' m the now and never past. | |
| I' m a first time believer in what might never always does. | |
| Come back. | |
| Yes, I want you. | |
| Yes, I want your mind. | |
| Blow it every time. | |
| They say it' s darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. | |
| Of this I have no doubt. | |
| I drove the 44. | |
| To sun coming up sky. | |
| And when I saw their cars, | |
| I just smiled in my surprise. | |
| Little wasteland messiahs. | |
| Little trains run off the track. | |
| Little first time believers in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come. Little ghosts with a name. | |
| Little now and never past. | |
| Little first time believers in. | |
| What might never always does. | |
| Come back. |