| Song | Fast Paced Society |
| Artist | Vektor |
| Album | Outer Isolation |
| [00:30.53] | Fast paced societies jumping forward |
| [00:32.47] | Our mind's leap falls short as we plummet toward |
| [00:35.32] | Automation through monotony |
| [00:39.78] | Magnetic structure binds itself to me |
| [00:47.79] | Colorful objects radiating transparent ideals |
| [00:49.74] | Robotic drones spreading their vacuum appeal |
| [00:52.50] | Robotic culture is high velocity |
| [00:57.04] | No time to rebel in a hyper society |
| [01:00.49] | |
| [02:13.13] | Mindless through the mediocrity |
| [02:17.79] | Containment of all humanity |
| [02:22.41] | Alterating their thoughts, contaminated perception |
| [02:27.71] | Individuality's lost in a state of mental digression |
| [02:34.59] | |
| [03:28.11] | Too involved to realize |
| [03:31.04] | To stubborn to admit |
| [03:33.87] | So quickly we accept |
| [03:36.86] | Fall in line, and forget |
| [03:39.80] | Unable to escape a structure without form |
| [03:45.71] | I can't deny my own urge |
| [03:48.58] | Into it we are born |
| [03:55.33] | |
| [04:15.36] | Magnetic beacons pulsing down concrete halls |
| [04:17.56] | Unknown soldiers march without knowing their cause |
| [04:19.72] | The effect is a growing emptiness |
| [04:22.18] | Boring out the mind into a hollowed pit |
| [04:24.50] | Dependency on sedation is becoming an addiction |
| [04:29.13] | Like plays feeding the brain, it fills the hole |
| [04:31.57] | A vortexial cauldron of a shadowed soul |
| [04:43.76] | I-beams fly by as I fall deep into the constructs |
| [04:48.70] | Surrounded by acceleration, there is no escape |
| [04:54.70] | |
| [05:26.48] | Proceed directly through the grey |
| [05:28.57] | This will help with efficiency |
| [05:30.93] | Perform your function, follow and obey |
| [05:33.18] | While this machine operates on your brain |
| [05:36.25] | Solo |
| [05:52.03] | It controls you while your mind is distracted |
| [05:54.08] | Dulling your senses while performing personality extraction |
| [05:56.54] | Till all that's left is a sponge for sounds and sights |
| [06:00.93] | Routine overkill, hyper socialities |
| [06:05.67] | （missing lyrics） |
| [00:30.53] | Fast paced societies jumping forward |
| [00:32.47] | Our mind' s leap falls short as we plummet toward |
| [00:35.32] | Automation through monotony |
| [00:39.78] | Magnetic structure binds itself to me |
| [00:47.79] | Colorful objects radiating transparent ideals |
| [00:49.74] | Robotic drones spreading their vacuum appeal |
| [00:52.50] | Robotic culture is high velocity |
| [00:57.04] | No time to rebel in a hyper society |
| [01:00.49] | |
| [02:13.13] | Mindless through the mediocrity |
| [02:17.79] | Containment of all humanity |
| [02:22.41] | Alterating their thoughts, contaminated perception |
| [02:27.71] | Individuality' s lost in a state of mental digression |
| [02:34.59] | |
| [03:28.11] | Too involved to realize |
| [03:31.04] | To stubborn to admit |
| [03:33.87] | So quickly we accept |
| [03:36.86] | Fall in line, and forget |
| [03:39.80] | Unable to escape a structure without form |
| [03:45.71] | I can' t deny my own urge |
| [03:48.58] | Into it we are born |
| [03:55.33] | |
| [04:15.36] | Magnetic beacons pulsing down concrete halls |
| [04:17.56] | Unknown soldiers march without knowing their cause |
| [04:19.72] | The effect is a growing emptiness |
| [04:22.18] | Boring out the mind into a hollowed pit |
| [04:24.50] | Dependency on sedation is becoming an addiction |
| [04:29.13] | Like plays feeding the brain, it fills the hole |
| [04:31.57] | A vortexial cauldron of a shadowed soul |
| [04:43.76] | Ibeams fly by as I fall deep into the constructs |
| [04:48.70] | Surrounded by acceleration, there is no escape |
| [04:54.70] | |
| [05:26.48] | Proceed directly through the grey |
| [05:28.57] | This will help with efficiency |
| [05:30.93] | Perform your function, follow and obey |
| [05:33.18] | While this machine operates on your brain |
| [05:36.25] | Solo |
| [05:52.03] | It controls you while your mind is distracted |
| [05:54.08] | Dulling your senses while performing personality extraction |
| [05:56.54] | Till all that' s left is a sponge for sounds and sights |
| [06:00.93] | Routine overkill, hyper socialities |
| [06:05.67] | missing lyrics |