Из альбома: Synthetic Existence

Visions of unknowing convictions,
Visions of a greatness despite
Are running in your blood
To hide your senses of confusion

Welcome to the electric age of darkness
Millennium of frustration
Parasite messiah never comes
Do you feel pulses of ecstasy?
Infectious generator of your dogma
Do you feel the contagious terror?
I-tech spiritual manipulation

Your re-born programmed is near
With a constructed pre-defined community
You shall be the organic pleasure
You shall be the erotic pilgrim

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