作曲 : R. John Williams / C. Kael Alden
 Traffic lights fall to the street,
 chandeliers start to swing,
 crashing lights at our feet.
 We drive through our lives like a dream,
 how we long for release
 from these nights of caffeine.
 Isolate the neurons
 the information runs on,
 the gears your minds will turn on,
 as information runs on, runs on.
 The feedback of fools amplified,
 engineers start to grind out the lens
 in our mind’s eye.
 We’re houses of cards
 built in rows,
 shuffling fears as we go
 through these years, overclocking lost time.
 Isolate the neurons
 the information runs on,
 the gears your minds will turn on,
 as information runs on, runs on
 Isolate the neurons
 the information runs on,
 the gears your minds will turn on,
 as information runs on,
 runs on, runs on, runs on.