اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
1
The Still of future
The ants on palms
The fluid so liquid
Virused program
I hear your voice
(You hear my cry)
I recognize it's all fake, it's all lie!
2
I feel - God and AntiGod are enweaved in dance
And I need much more loneliness in this crowded place
Memory's full, a ll systems failed
All my Gods are overdosed
Time to reset
I'm misconceived, y our laugh is in my pain
So pixelized, so corrupted to play
Refrain
In your paces, in your traces,
In your faces I can see
Deigital Dying
3
Show me the poetry
Flickering ant
Weave your Matrix
Romantic end
I heard you voice
I knew you died
I recognize it's all fake, it's all …
Cry of the future words s tuck into my mouth
In my sight a ll the chaos of intertwisted worlds
Black Part:
I am your personal Satan
I am Your Personal Jesus
I'm always right after you
I am your servant
Cringing itself, full of respect
Ready to be whatever you want me to be
Make Your Wish
Just call me to act
Refrain
