(Prologue:

The planet of death and damnation. The dumping group of people with weak souls, who cause the war and starvation.
The year 1995, John Doe, one of the inhabitans, is living in a state of distress, knowing that he is depended on the computer-brain who is guided the state with no destination.
The brave new people equal progress, they say, but the ordinary John Doe has never been taught how survive alone! And he doesn't dare to think!

However, the computer-brain has special feature to act gentle and to sympathize with human mind, after all - humans has feelings.
In the mist of all this there is also an angel, a shining creature, the Light of life who can see inside a man. It is the angels mission to encourage and cheer up the mortal.
She sees the pain of John Doe.

This symphony tells about the struggle between these three spirits.)

Misty deariness preveals.
Gloomness is sucking up John Doe's strength.
He is strolling around his limited territory,
dreaming about something that might let him
out of this dead and street...
But life is in a rut.
Agony is tearing him to pieces.

The brave new computer-brain is giving out orders...

Machine:
Death to brain, death to sorrow
Turn the lights off and wait for tomorrow
Brains of metal wait to arise
Calling dusty corpses to show up

John Doe:
Don't wanna wait a minute
I need some space to escape
Livin' in a dark hole
Blind on a dead end street

The angel appears to the scene and feels symphony for John Doe and wants to help him.

The Angel:
Oh, there's a sign
Just follow it, don't be afraid
It shows the way life's really like
Avoid the everlasting pain

Machine:
Alright, a very good trick!
Just sit and relax with Mary Cha in (haha)

The angel doesn't like the computer-brain, who wants to connect everyone to itself. Everybody should have a dream that can be acomplished. She tears John from his shell willing to give him a hint of "another day". John doesn't hesitate a moment they: they rush away!
The computer-brain is left behind wondering what really happened

Machine:
(Hey!)Where did you go?
I thought I could reach you.
But my metal computer mind
can't locate you anymore!
(I can't let you go)

John Doe is taken over by a strange emotion. The computer-brain noticed it proceeds to Hunt him down... It doesn't want to let it's beloved slave out of sight. And besides, if is possessive as well as curious... The plot thickens.
John Doe:
Look, what fun
Brightness, stability
And look, I will flee
There's free space in my eyes...

Machine:
The breast of unknown
The breathing space
No civilized lies
The breast of the world
Fortune, fabulous,
challenge the bridge,
white innocence calls
The breast of the world,
come to me!

The Angel:
Oh, there's a sign
Just follow it, don't be afraid
It shows the way life's really like
Avoid the everlasting pain
The breast of the world!

John Doe:
come to me,
the breast of the world,
come to me, come to me...

Deeper into the mud... led by the angel. John Doe is looking around, delighted and frankly begins to the insane. The computer-brain can't find such a "feeling" in it's data banks and become alarmed...

Machine:
Outside the breathing space
Like a bunch of metal pushed into my vein

John Doe:
Hasta la vista, oh la-la negras putas, mochos cojones!
It's so beautyful here...

Machine:
Vegetation, out of my files
Weird like death, like rusty metal

The Angel:
How do you feel?
Laa-la-la... you're out of line!

Machine + Choir:
Death? Death?

Machine:
(Hey!)How it's a crime to walk down here
This is not our property, somebody's changing us

The Angel:
No, no, no! It's not true!
Here we are all free, free from your sins!

Machine:
Sure it's all safe?
Reminds me of an overload
Surrounded by chaos
I'm just a hunter's prey

The Angel:
Benedictus esto inter peccatores, dominius tecum!

John Doe manages to escape from the circle of the computer-brain, the body impregnated with despair is slowly getting of its chronic depression. The Angel watching from aside with a contented smile.
The computer-brain is starting to feel reduction of electric charge in itself.

Machine:
I can't find my memory
I'm short of breath, I only feel!
Files are messed up, hi-tech gone
Wanna get back, this is not fun!
I escape, I am scared
I'll be lost anyway
Comfortable? It's too hot
I am afraid of what is not
Who do you smile, don't like it
Feel to much, I feel sorrow
I should stay pale behind my monitor,
LET ME GO!

The computer-brain runs away trying to escape...
John is somewhere else. Revelling deep pleasure.

Machine:
American dream
You made youself spoiled
I've been livin' in a dream too long
They forced me to pay, but now, here, today

Choir:
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!

Machine:
Is this way right or wrong?
Should I go... right or left?
It's too hot, faith no more
I feel wet, I will die!

The desperate struggle for life and death of "knowledge" begins

Machine:
Why? Ooh...
Why? Why? I'll...
...die
I'll die!
Why?
I will die?

The Angel doesn't seem to feel sorry at all

The Angel:
Ave Maria! Ave Maria! Ave Maria!

Machine:
Why?
Cancel...
...lation, edit, Why, windows closed!
Ooh!
Quite, up to me!
Pain!
File B!

Choir:
Die! Die! Die! Die!

Machine:
Uuh! Aah! Ooh!
Uuh! Aah! Ooh!
Lii, function closed.

The Angel:
Ave Maria! Ave Maria! Ave Maria!

Machine:
Aah, uuh, aah, uuh!
Uuh!
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
Die!
Aah!
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Hey, rise, rise, rise, close, quit...
function? Die! Die!

John Doe & Choir:
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The computer ceased to function.

Everybody:
Die!

Suddenly, John Doe notices that he's been left completely alone, everybody has disappeared! Only a mood of satisfied fulfillment is left. Jonh Doe decides to hit the road! He is strolling around in the "New world" and is totally out of his mind... The mysteriously. He is feeling a little bit guilty. Like as if he'd let down... a friend

...meets the good old angel...

John Doe:
I decide to go one thought it hurts me so
You lost your memory and I lost my soul
Was it good, was it bad, was it just the same
Thought the past darkly, and we lost the game
I never realised now things really went
And where the Angel is, and what she meant
She said we were in the land of metal
And we made the wrong decision and we found only death

The Angel:
World - you see - is in your eyes
You see the truth and you see the lies
How come is the world so bad?
It's up to you what you want to add

John Doe:
But you see, this poor friend, how is he now?
He's in the world of confusion - deep in the mood
How can you tell it's his own fault what he did?
You made a yell of death and then he was hid
How can you tell it was right what you did?
You took us away from our normal trip
It makes no sense to come here to die.
Is there sense at all, should I still try?

The Angel:
World - you see - is in his eyes
he will be well, he can feel his files
In this place no one can die
It's up to you, if you want to lie

John Doe:
(Everyday you want to survive)
We are poor, lost soldiers and we don't know how
We can pass this test we are in, now
We are living in the land of poverty
We don't even know if "I" am for "me"
You threw us here into this symphony
or the two kinda metas, when I chose I'll see
If it's wrong, I'll be dead, if it's right I'll be free
That's how I'm gonna pay for my destiny

The Angel:
Don't be scared, you see with your eyes
You see the truth and you see the lies
Go and take your friend with you
It's up to you want to move

John Doe:
Move, move!

The Angel:
Move!

...And so our man return to "save" the computermonster and notice that he is still alive..!? In quite bad condition, but anyway.
The Angel follows.

Machine:
Time, irrelevant, I can't die and it's my own fault
Inspiration of a living organism
I lost my files but I'm still well, exiting
Thought surrounded only by bacteria and viruses

The Angel:
How do you feel? La-la-la, you were out of line!

Machine:
What?

The Angel:
Don't be afraid, you'll have your memory back, if you wanted to

Machine:
Ooh!
Deep in the mud, totally locked
I started recognize myself
I ordered the files into a new dimension
Thought I felt as slow as hell

The Angel:
Outside the cruel metal that keeps you fed,
things don't look the same

Machine:
Aarrgh!
So I was cheated, cruelly treated

The Angel:
It's not really like you feel,
do you judge me when it's real?

Machine:
Aah!
Ooh!

The Angel:
Can; t you understand if I told you to turn your head
You would laught only loud
Machines don't believe me!
Machines don't believe me!
Machines don't believe me!
Machines don't believe me!
Leave me! Leave me! Leave me!

The computer-brain is reactivated, but this time, "harmony" between these different forces can't be found!

Machine:
Do...

John Doe:
...you believe...

Machine & John Doe:
...in...

Everybody:
Death!

Machine:
Do...

John Doe:
...you believe...

Machine & John Doe:
...in...

Everybody:
Death!

John Doe:
Thinking (desperate for a..)
Thinking (and then you turn to the machine)
Thin (g) king (on a way to the engless...)
Sinking (into lunacy)

Machine:
Yeah! Yeah!

John Doe:
Die! Die!

Machine:
Yeah! Yeah!

John Doe:
Die! Die!

"All's well that ends well":everybody simply decides to vanish into thin air and disappear into the pages of internet!

Band:
Let's go to the top! To the top! Top!
Let's go to the top! To the top! Top!

John Doe:
I wanna make you see... what you never ever saw.
I wanna make you road... like you never did before.
Everythere you go... there's a peace a paradise.
Revolution mind, human mind, here I am: so hypnotize.

The Angel:
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!

John Doe:
I wanna make you see... like you never did before.
You're living in a dream... and you did forget the truth.

Machine:
Defecating ecstasy
Measuring your pulse
Intellectual hypocrites
Guarded by the Laws

Machine & Band:
To the top! To the top! Top!
To the top! To the top! Top!
To the top! Top!

The Angel:
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!
Life is waiting, waiting for you!

Everybody:
Go to eternity!
Go to eternity!
Go to eternity!
(We) Go to eternity!
Go to eternity!
Go to eternity!
(Let's) Go to eternity!
(We) Go to eternity!

Machine:
Yeah!

Everybody:
Yeah!

Machine:
Die!

Everybody:
Die!

I'm making the money and I'm making my money allnight!
And when I cheat you badly it only makes me feel I'm right
And if I don'ttrust you it's just the same
I can always let you down and you'll forget my name
(Yeah!)I'm ready, are you ready? I'm always ready...
Ready for rock'n'roll

I show my penis on stage if I'll just get wellpaid
(ya know) it always sells through it's of the lowest grade
Yes, I feel so nice and I feel so fine
And behind the stage I see my manager's smile
'Coz I'm ready, I'm ready, always ready...
Ready for rock'n'roll

I dance like hell 'coz I know my loss is there
I smile at him and people think I have something to share
But if he can't trust me it's only peanuts to him
He can always let me down and I can stand as a pimp
And I'm ready, still ready, always ready...
Ready for rock'n'roll