| Song | Sirens |
| Artist | Koan |
| Album | Floating Point 3 |
| He couldn’t get out of bed in the morning | |
| He thought it was just a drag | |
| So into his hollow mind he was calling, into his hollow mind | |
| March on you fools and keep the line | |
| March on you fools don’t fall behind | |
| From the distance through the silence | |
| If you listen you hear sirens | |
| Outside my window they walk in a line | |
| Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
| Where there is smoke there might be fire | |
| No kiss goodnight | |
| From the distance through the silence | |
| If you listen you hear sirens | |
| Outside my window they walk in a line | |
| Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
| They built a wall for me | |
| What will life ever be but blue light from the screen | |
| What will life ever be but fake | |
| Wall of silence | |
| Silent is the night | |
| March on you fools and keep the line | |
| March on you fools don’t fall behind | |
| I see the | |
| Columbine clouds on the sky | |
| Passing above me they drift through the night | |
| They built this world you see and made me enemies | |
| Beside the dull routines what will life ever be but waste |
| He couldn' t get out of bed in the morning | |
| He thought it was just a drag | |
| So into his hollow mind he was calling, into his hollow mind | |
| March on you fools and keep the line | |
| March on you fools don' t fall behind | |
| From the distance through the silence | |
| If you listen you hear sirens | |
| Outside my window they walk in a line | |
| Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
| Where there is smoke there might be fire | |
| No kiss goodnight | |
| From the distance through the silence | |
| If you listen you hear sirens | |
| Outside my window they walk in a line | |
| Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
| They built a wall for me | |
| What will life ever be but blue light from the screen | |
| What will life ever be but fake | |
| Wall of silence | |
| Silent is the night | |
| March on you fools and keep the line | |
| March on you fools don' t fall behind | |
| I see the | |
| Columbine clouds on the sky | |
| Passing above me they drift through the night | |
| They built this world you see and made me enemies | |
| Beside the dull routines what will life ever be but waste |