Original lyrics

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Most of connections are achieved automatically Bolide with the mental propulsion Jumps into the past in the changeless cycle Targets found in random choice but not this time To extend the structure Here appear new elements Electro-donor And its symetric friend Junction 555-xx united with my ego Visual transmissions Seven per one minute I am the part of the implant inside Zachariah Kether's brain He is my clone and sarcophagus I had put the time to profit long before The reality fed by antimater's breath Exhausted itself It's really strange that solid construction Collapsed in one day I left damages unable to regenerate The plan was mature Precisely selected expert staff Has been working hard Every day and night Has been working hard Every day and night All details are foreseen Even the date of my birth The whole truth transpired too late! They changed natural order restraining animosity from the burst Honour and justice infected the haunt of vice!!!