| Song | Made of Codes |
| Artist | Jack Peñate |
| Album | Matinee |
| 作曲 : Peñate | |
| The small divides along the sides of rulers | |
| always amazed me | |
| Closer you look the more it took | |
| your eyes off reality | |
| It's very rare that I don't stare at objects | |
| to find beauty | |
| Hope I don't seem to talk pompously, | |
| try and look abstactly | |
| If you don't see we're all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we're all in | |
| If you don't see we're all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we're all in | |
| The New York sky is cut by lines | |
| of metal tubes protruding | |
| When one's within it gets quite dim | |
| as you're just one included | |
| Look between the glossy sheen | |
| and the shapes emerging | |
| Heaven laughs while breaking past | |
| tiny cracks that's serging | |
| If you don't see we're all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we're all in | |
| If you don't see we're all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we're all in | |
| The different lands are trapped in hands of rulers | |
| making us think | |
| The worlds not ours, | |
| these ancient scars do not show anything, but | |
| This is trite, it is our right to do | |
| that's all we possess | |
| No one owns what natures grown, | |
| this truth they must confess | |
| It's a constant cycle so hurry | |
| Do all you can before you're buried | |
| Powers try to hide and ferry us through time | |
| Ferry us through life | |
| Ferry us through life | |
| If you don't see we're all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we're all in | |
| If you don't see we're all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we're all in |
| zuò qǔ : Pe ate | |
| The small divides along the sides of rulers | |
| always amazed me | |
| Closer you look the more it took | |
| your eyes off reality | |
| It' s very rare that I don' t stare at objects | |
| to find beauty | |
| Hope I don' t seem to talk pompously, | |
| try and look abstactly | |
| If you don' t see we' re all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we' re all in | |
| If you don' t see we' re all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we' re all in | |
| The New York sky is cut by lines | |
| of metal tubes protruding | |
| When one' s within it gets quite dim | |
| as you' re just one included | |
| Look between the glossy sheen | |
| and the shapes emerging | |
| Heaven laughs while breaking past | |
| tiny cracks that' s serging | |
| If you don' t see we' re all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we' re all in | |
| If you don' t see we' re all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we' re all in | |
| The different lands are trapped in hands of rulers | |
| making us think | |
| The worlds not ours, | |
| these ancient scars do not show anything, but | |
| This is trite, it is our right to do | |
| that' s all we possess | |
| No one owns what natures grown, | |
| this truth they must confess | |
| It' s a constant cycle so hurry | |
| Do all you can before you' re buried | |
| Powers try to hide and ferry us through time | |
| Ferry us through life | |
| Ferry us through life | |
| If you don' t see we' re all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we' re all in | |
| If you don' t see we' re all made of codes | |
| Deciphering is the game we' re all in |