Addicted to the systems, shock
Without you are dead
Talking to robots
Dancing with machines
Phantoms are mistaken
Mystery solution death
Craving for more limits
A trigger tor the end
Sometimes i dream
To build my own paradise
I will build my own
And when I open up my eyes
This dream is erased
And I am old when I die
Heaven becomes clouded
Batteries are low
Vertical horizon
Acid runs out of the cells
Bathe your souls in this neon blood
It is contaminated life
Balanced on mortal remains
And i see
Everywhere just bacteria
Everywhere I see
But not here
Cause i'm clean