| Song | 100 Years |
| Artist | EMA |
| Album | The Future's Void |
| On the last pneumatic encounter | |
| 100 years before you in time | |
| Who’d have thought that we would go further? | |
| Phonographs, machines that can fly | |
| Found the world eclipsed by a fever | |
| Cutting down the young in their prime | |
| How it shudders from its expanding | |
| How it trembles, lungs on the line | |
| How convulsive, gasps of the modern… | |
| Reaching out to grasp hands with mine | |
| On our last pneumatic encounter | |
| Men in metal fly through the sky | |
| Find the world eclipsed by a fever | |
| Striking masses down in their prime | |
| How it trembles while it’s unwinding | |
| How it shudders, lungs on the line |
| On the last pneumatic encounter | |
| 100 years before you in time | |
| Who' d have thought that we would go further? | |
| Phonographs, machines that can fly | |
| Found the world eclipsed by a fever | |
| Cutting down the young in their prime | |
| How it shudders from its expanding | |
| How it trembles, lungs on the line | |
| How convulsive, gasps of the modern | |
| Reaching out to grasp hands with mine | |
| On our last pneumatic encounter | |
| Men in metal fly through the sky | |
| Find the world eclipsed by a fever | |
| Striking masses down in their prime | |
| How it trembles while it' s unwinding | |
| How it shudders, lungs on the line |