: Ion square, perspex swings I breathe out, you breathe in Permanent midnight Our love, our love How we've come to depend On each other to the end
Ion square, perspex swings, I breathe out, you breathe in Permanent midnight, our love, our love How we've come to depend on each other to the end The
As twilight died Blazing throught a mountain wood I ran away by faith in a burning flame in vain! When you think you know the way To reach the place without
Here I am Back again to save you I am the incarnation of all that is pure Of all that is you The island in your ocean so cruel I am warmth Your guiding
gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not... what am I waiting for? streaming? wait, wait, loading binary instruction. drowned in surrounding CPU resolution
all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance. I'm used to it now, I must reek of it. the density of the air was tangible today, it
it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise. a defect, no one'll ever see it coming. I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance,
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface, but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity. now here's another story; logical Function: "keeps
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened. I remember her scent, intoxicating. my communication with her was clearly enhance. but her's was
and I lay numb, waiting for something worst to happen. sweet innocence, it happened so suddenly. she crossed my path on the way to nothingness, I knew
amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene. whether she's crying or complaining, and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost arousing
you're not important. being unique is a concept! yeah, it's you! who are investing way too much time, over the uselessness of the self. the guinea pig
shadows are finally freed to hover... the wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters, they seem serene has they dance childishly. has for my soul
Anti-corruption found Searching my heart Found wrong, nothing Trapped for beliefs Given to be destroyed But God shut the mouth Of my enemy What's meant
I am a machine Everything you do Is just a little peice of me Control and obey You will sleep when I am awake Follow me You will hurt when I'm happy Follow
[Instrumental]
Why complicate the reasons behind preceding failures lying within us? Look beyond deceit, journey through the corridors of convoluted mazes of departure
Could more have been done? Bright lights flashing through the night sky. Incoherent voices flood the void consumed. Gazing over the remains of this transformed
