| Song | Space Transmission |
| Artist | Porcupine Tree |
| Album | On the Sunday of Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| Spoken: | |
| You must listen very carefully to what I have to say | |
| There isn't much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments | |
| For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet | |
| He is keeping me here against my will | |
| And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete | |
| I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter | |
| Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago | |
| A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying, | |
| "God, why do the millions worship you instead of I? | |
| Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?" | |
| A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth | |
| And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly | |
| About a dream I had many moons ago | |
| In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses | |
| That was all, but it lasted for many days | |
| Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales | |
| He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth | |
| And then I will seek my revenge |
| zuo ci : Wilson | |
| Spoken: | |
| You must listen very carefully to what I have to say | |
| There isn' t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments | |
| For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet | |
| He is keeping me here against my will | |
| And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete | |
| I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter | |
| Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago | |
| A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying, | |
| " God, why do the millions worship you instead of I? | |
| Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?" | |
| A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth | |
| And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly | |
| About a dream I had many moons ago | |
| In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses | |
| That was all, but it lasted for many days | |
| Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales | |
| He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth | |
| And then I will seek my revenge |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| Spoken: | |
| You must listen very carefully to what I have to say | |
| There isn' t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments | |
| For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet | |
| He is keeping me here against my will | |
| And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete | |
| I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter | |
| Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago | |
| A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying, | |
| " God, why do the millions worship you instead of I? | |
| Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?" | |
| A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth | |
| And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly | |
| About a dream I had many moons ago | |
| In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses | |
| That was all, but it lasted for many days | |
| Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales | |
| He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth | |
| And then I will seek my revenge |