| Song | Chromatic Chimera |
| Artist | Unexpect |
| Album | WE, Invaders |
| 作曲 : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
| Microscopic dust... | |
| To exist as I of many eyes | |
| Tentacles in our heads wrestling with | |
| anonymous segments. | |
| Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis | |
| sitting on my lap | |
| Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness | |
| On witnessing the present system | |
| A monstrous collage in movement | |
| Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want. | |
| All directions, every angles | |
| Nuances, infinite possibilities | |
| Confusion of a saturated mind | |
| The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? | |
| Currents numerous...hard to focus...yessss...yESsSSSS !!! | |
| We want answers! Not confused babblings! | |
| Losing control is a treat, still... | |
| We could be drained... | |
| We could be drained...of... | |
| Chimeras, precious chimeras | |
| Ejected from the assembly | |
| Unto a circular technological slave pen | |
| Bound to be part of this geometrical harem | |
| Speak the frequencies of liberation | |
| The universal language of positive similarity | |
| When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory. | |
| An antidote for the imperial poison. |
| zuò qǔ : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
| Microscopic dust... | |
| To exist as I of many eyes | |
| Tentacles in our heads wrestling with | |
| anonymous segments. | |
| Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis | |
| sitting on my lap | |
| Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness | |
| On witnessing the present system | |
| A monstrous collage in movement | |
| Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want. | |
| All directions, every angles | |
| Nuances, infinite possibilities | |
| Confusion of a saturated mind | |
| The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? | |
| Currents numerous... hard to focus... yessss... yESsSSSS nbsp!!! | |
| We want answers! Not confused babblings! | |
| Losing control is a treat, still... | |
| We could be drained... | |
| We could be drained... of... | |
| Chimeras, precious chimeras | |
| Ejected from the assembly | |
| Unto a circular technological slave pen | |
| Bound to be part of this geometrical harem | |
| Speak the frequencies of liberation | |
| The universal language of positive similarity | |
| When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory. | |
| An antidote for the imperial poison. |