Don't you understand?
Not just data, this is art

This has all happened before, people repeating time
Burning our lives on silver discs
Don't judge us
Don't you understand?

No matter how high the noises are piled, we make a new style

The weight of words is heavier than the cost
Grasp the pulse of a beating heart and a beating fist
The method has no meaning, take our work into your hand
You can even use books, just read my scream

Engrave our souls in history
Remember our passion
The second time I will bring down the axe