Letras:Destinity. Synthetic Existence. Neurotic Illness.

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.