| Song | Arecibo Message |
| Artist | Closure in Moscow |
| Album | First Temple |
| 作曲 : Barrett, DeCinque, Kimber ... | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you've got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you've got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you've got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you've got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| i ventured to your city to meet you at your throne | |
| but i'm stuck inside your vestibule with no way to atone | |
| i gnashed my vexing jowl at the suffragette crown | |
| the temple steps above my cringe | |
| the temple steps beneath my scowl | |
| and what's the use of pleading thirst, | |
| i see you drinking from my cup | |
| you're not the flesh i was after so i try scraping off the blight | |
| can't get no passage to my terminus when i'm dying every night | |
| so don't perspire with excitement | |
| in fact don't perspire at all | |
| the jewel of my retribution makes empires rise and fall | |
| how could you defy these precious little ones | |
| the very ones that show you love | |
| i know you've got that filament | |
| so how could you defy these precious little ones | |
| somethings got a hold on me, about to breech the seat | |
| you're not the flesh i was after so i try scraping off the blight | |
| can't get no passage to my terminus when i'm dying every night | |
| so don't perspire with excitement | |
| in fact don't perspire at all | |
| if the drones become enlightened | |
| you'll have such a noble swarm... |
| zuò qǔ : Barrett, DeCinque, Kimber ... | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you' ve got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you' ve got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you' ve got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| my earthly womb in your monolith | |
| you' ve got it sewn, bunching at my hips | |
| i ventured to your city to meet you at your throne | |
| but i' m stuck inside your vestibule with no way to atone | |
| i gnashed my vexing jowl at the suffragette crown | |
| the temple steps above my cringe | |
| the temple steps beneath my scowl | |
| and what' s the use of pleading thirst, | |
| i see you drinking from my cup | |
| you' re not the flesh i was after so i try scraping off the blight | |
| can' t get no passage to my terminus when i' m dying every night | |
| so don' t perspire with excitement | |
| in fact don' t perspire at all | |
| the jewel of my retribution makes empires rise and fall | |
| how could you defy these precious little ones | |
| the very ones that show you love | |
| i know you' ve got that filament | |
| so how could you defy these precious little ones | |
| somethings got a hold on me, about to breech the seat | |
| you' re not the flesh i was after so i try scraping off the blight | |
| can' t get no passage to my terminus when i' m dying every night | |
| so don' t perspire with excitement | |
| in fact don' t perspire at all | |
| if the drones become enlightened | |
| you' ll have such a noble swarm... |