| Song | Scatter |
| Artist | Tek & Iota |
| Artist | Strangelove |
| Artist | Phyllis Ophelia |
| Album | Omni |
| 作词 : Tek/Strangelove/Phyllis Ophelia | |
| 作曲 : IOTA/Tek | |
| [Verse 1: Tek] | |
| Slipping off the disc like | |
| Saturn on the fritz, rocking patterns out of synchrony | |
| I dropped the planet outta clutch | |
| Walk in to that dust to dust from daylight to the dusk with me | |
| I am bits strung together | |
| Like iotas on the pattern | |
| Locking only when it mattered on it | |
| I tried to focus on the matter, talking to myself | |
| The cells had broken up and scattered from me | |
| One-night untethered to poles | |
| That’s exactly when the sediments shown I tried to check | |
| It’s like | |
| [Bridge: Phyllis Ophelia] | |
| You’re in a dream that I remember | |
| From my fever from my temper | |
| Lost and found | |
| Star came out | |
| Cut through the clouds | |
| Shone in our mouths | |
| Dripped down | |
| Pierced the ground | |
| [Verse 2: Strangelove] | |
| Captive of the after effects | |
| I was gasping as if it was my last breath | |
| Last respects at the scene of the crash test | |
| Your picking all the pieces up to read em in past tense | |
| When you walk in the shallow end of the water | |
| There will be no more current for you to follow | |
| Follow form or form a line under fortunes eyes in the morning | |
| Or that formula that formed you will get torn up by tomorrow | |
| For all of your hollow headed bravado | |
| Probably swallowed it in silent decision | |
| As time as my witness | |
| When you falter and burden all of your pillars | |
| There can be no alternative burn your bridges | |
| [Bridge: Phyllis Ophelia] | |
| [Outro: Tek] | |
| When I return I come to | |
| Lock into posture, steady the birds eye view | |
| Doctrines doctored, somebody chopped it | |
| Scorchin the portrait, somebody torched it, I say | |
| How long I’ve been coma? Howlin karma come and get me | |
| Planet done had left me, Id've left me in a moment | |
| I stay hot, neurally brown out, shots nearly drowned out | |
| Soon I pop, don’t hear a sound, nobody had stopped | |
| I stay looped, doin the count, when the down time wind out | |
| Roots lose truth too, and the fine line lined out | |
| And the loose screws who knew, woulda found out by now |
| zuò cí : Tek Strangelove Phyllis Ophelia | |
| zuò qǔ : IOTA Tek | |
| Verse 1: Tek | |
| Slipping off the disc like | |
| Saturn on the fritz, rocking patterns out of synchrony | |
| I dropped the planet outta clutch | |
| Walk in to that dust to dust from daylight to the dusk with me | |
| I am bits strung together | |
| Like iotas on the pattern | |
| Locking only when it mattered on it | |
| I tried to focus on the matter, talking to myself | |
| The cells had broken up and scattered from me | |
| Onenight untethered to poles | |
| That' s exactly when the sediments shown I tried to check | |
| It' s like | |
| Bridge: Phyllis Ophelia | |
| You' re in a dream that I remember | |
| From my fever from my temper | |
| Lost and found | |
| Star came out | |
| Cut through the clouds | |
| Shone in our mouths | |
| Dripped down | |
| Pierced the ground | |
| Verse 2: Strangelove | |
| Captive of the after effects | |
| I was gasping as if it was my last breath | |
| Last respects at the scene of the crash test | |
| Your picking all the pieces up to read em in past tense | |
| When you walk in the shallow end of the water | |
| There will be no more current for you to follow | |
| Follow form or form a line under fortunes eyes in the morning | |
| Or that formula that formed you will get torn up by tomorrow | |
| For all of your hollow headed bravado | |
| Probably swallowed it in silent decision | |
| As time as my witness | |
| When you falter and burden all of your pillars | |
| There can be no alternative burn your bridges | |
| Bridge: Phyllis Ophelia | |
| Outro: Tek | |
| When I return I come to | |
| Lock into posture, steady the birds eye view | |
| Doctrines doctored, somebody chopped it | |
| Scorchin the portrait, somebody torched it, I say | |
| How long I' ve been coma? Howlin karma come and get me | |
| Planet done had left me, Id' ve left me in a moment | |
| I stay hot, neurally brown out, shots nearly drowned out | |
| Soon I pop, don' t hear a sound, nobody had stopped | |
| I stay looped, doin the count, when the down time wind out | |
| Roots lose truth too, and the fine line lined out | |
| And the loose screws who knew, woulda found out by now |