| Song | Terminal State |
| Artist | Front 242 |
| Album | Front By Front |
| 作词 : Bressanutti, Codenys ... | |
| What about the figures? | |
| What about the facts? | |
| What about the outbreaks? | |
| What about ourselves? | |
| What about the figures? | |
| They don't stop climbing | |
| What about the outbreak? | |
| It keeps on spreading | |
| See it gaining ground | |
| Digging in the wound | |
| We're in the doldrums | |
| Quantizing is frightening | |
| The facts are blinding | |
| Time is dragging | |
| The facts are blinding | |
| We're a party in a suit | |
| Now the worm is in the fruit | |
| See it gaining ground | |
| Digging in the wound | |
| We're in the doldrums | |
| You could make it just around the block | |
| It's able to sneak in any lock | |
| On your shoulder there, is it a pock? | |
| Will the scales ever fall from your eyes? | |
| What about the figures? | |
| They don't stop climbing | |
| What about the outbreak? | |
| It keeps on spreading | |
| Now the lines are converging | |
| To the point of no return | |
| See it gaining ground, amplifying the wound | |
| A disaster (You name it!) | |
| A disaster occurs | |
| Under your very eyes | |
| See it gaining ground | |
| Digging in the wound | |
| We're in the doldrums | |
| THE DOLDRU | |
| MS... THE | |
| OUTBREAK... | |
| DISASTER... | |
| THE FACTS... | |
| THE LINES |
| zuò cí : Bressanutti, Codenys ... | |
| What about the figures? | |
| What about the facts? | |
| What about the outbreaks? | |
| What about ourselves? | |
| What about the figures? | |
| They don' t stop climbing | |
| What about the outbreak? | |
| It keeps on spreading | |
| See it gaining ground | |
| Digging in the wound | |
| We' re in the doldrums | |
| Quantizing is frightening | |
| The facts are blinding | |
| Time is dragging | |
| The facts are blinding | |
| We' re a party in a suit | |
| Now the worm is in the fruit | |
| See it gaining ground | |
| Digging in the wound | |
| We' re in the doldrums | |
| You could make it just around the block | |
| It' s able to sneak in any lock | |
| On your shoulder there, is it a pock? | |
| Will the scales ever fall from your eyes? | |
| What about the figures? | |
| They don' t stop climbing | |
| What about the outbreak? | |
| It keeps on spreading | |
| Now the lines are converging | |
| To the point of no return | |
| See it gaining ground, amplifying the wound | |
| A disaster You name it! | |
| A disaster occurs | |
| Under your very eyes | |
| See it gaining ground | |
| Digging in the wound | |
| We' re in the doldrums | |
| THE DOLDRU | |
| MS... THE | |
| OUTBREAK... | |
| DISASTER... | |
| THE FACTS... | |
| THE LINES |