歌詞: Her Space Holiday. Explosion Existence.

Human beings created by machines
Thinking without them our lives would mean nothing
Truth is a subject that seems to make us hurt
Somehow we thought all life came from earth

Explosion existence, explosion, life goes on
Even after your precious world is gone

Human paintings running inside my head
Ancient mathematics prove this was the plan
To make us worship things that they create
At the same time killing a peaceful thing