Analyzing my vision of reality
I send it away 'til I wanna return
It may seem that I'm the only one
But both of us know I'm not

But why do we destroy everything we touch?
Are we man's evil?
It seems obvious to me

I don't like what I see with my eyes
My escape? Another dimension
Watching time fade through my memories
'Til something makes me think

That we can live some other way
Just living our lives
But it's not that obvious to me

Feel no pain
Walking inside your minds
Leave your flesh and blood
And seek for what's behind

Lord of history, owner of yesterday and tomorrow
In your hands are the life and death keys
No questions, take us from here
And we close our eyes and say "OK!"

Now our home is rest, our clothes is light
Forever silence 'n' peace
Taken to the country of life, to the country of death
Silence 'n' peace Peace!

The combat is over and all the doubts
There won't be more pain
There won't be more tears

Without questions
Take us from here
And we close our eyes
And say "Fuck off!"

Lord of history, owner of our destinies
To you we trust our lives and so our souls

Roadrunner, run for the last time on my roads
I've killed your ass-kissing drawer (artist)
And ripped off your writer's hands
I will never fall in the chasms again, ever!

Now Uncle Chakal is writing our stories
You'll need your thin legs to survive
Acme catalog is my menu, you're my snack
Predator's day due to a foolish booby-trap

Acme dead-end road

I wanna see a scared face
Shut this moronic smile Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Although all these engineering projects didn't work
Mail delivery raises my hope
My material is set, good old tricky trap
It's the happiest day of my life

I won't need to work with dynamite
I will rip you only with my teeth
Make a big feather pillow
And kill my ancient starve

You've seen what happens to bad
Bad writers and drawers of 'toons
If they don't ease on our friends
Me and my uncle Chakal will rip 'em too

Acme dead-end road Roadrunner killed on road

You were born to be programmed
System wants you just
On the procedures they adjust
Reprogram yourself

If not U: = "Excellent"
Then UR: = "Pattern"
Else begin
UR: = "Under control";
U: = "Just a prowl"
End

Why don't you leave the rails?
Have you ever thought on that?
Why don't you get out of this shell?
Have you ever fought for that?

If not UR: = "Pattern"
Then do not stay where you are
If you do not want to load
Those ridiculous speeches again
AGAIN End

Are you real?
Maybe UR: = "...Just a hologram"
Input: Variable changing;
Gosub another else place

Main program says: "Love Justice";
All this false Madam does is betraying
Betrayal with the men on boots 'n' uniforms
Program error: New lover: Anarchy!

Loop, Edit new file: Name: Holobyte
If you've saved your old program,
Purge it and do not, do not restore it

Are you real? Maybe you're Boolean
Are you real? Maybe you're just a Holobyte

Huge bulldozers explore gray mass
Move them to ears
Engine heat from inside
Blinking eyes in tears

Clouded mind, misty brain side
Tourist pack, tickets lack
Earthquake, trip inside ache

Hangover

Lost body machines go
Partial temperance
Collapse of coordination
Pain last endurance

Inside yellow land acid burns
Red walls fall, gastric cut
Red walls fall, ulcer hurts!

Head sinks No flick Beat trip
And what about my brain tick?

White liquid, yellow puke
Liver ink, sick land
Liver ink, sick land I'm happy again

Huge bulldozers explore gray mass
Move them to ears
Engine heat from inside
Blinking eyes in tears

Clouded mind, misty brain side
Tourist pack, tickets lack
Earthquake, trip inside ache

Viscid fluid overflow
Bile tax increase
Liquor toxic effect on
Liverish disease

Inside yellow land acid burns
Red walls fall, gastric cut
Red walls fall, ulcer hurts!

That's nice!

Red cheeks exposed
Travelling over the poles
Under ozone holes
Acquired skin tumors

Santa Claus has got
Has got skin cancer
Old December flyer
Great capital amasser

Poor children are free
From anguishing ads they see
No delusion to believe
And await him on Christmas Eve

Old reindeer retired
Xmas commercial end
No exploit next years
No gifts, no socks, no fears

Church was your creator
Capitalism made you fat
You aren't tricking anybody else
You're lost Motherfucker!

Looking for you and thinking
Trying to understand
Why do you keep on prayin'
If you don't know what it means

You go to the church
They absolve your sins
Then you repeat 'em like before
But you're feeling high and free

You fought but that's the wrong way
Can't you feel that it was all
In vain for nothing

Following what you say
Woud be better than repeat again
So just don't pray in vain
And then you'll find the real way

You fought but that's the wrong way
Can't you feel that it was all
In vain for nothing

Is that what you want to believe?
The passport to a better life?
Are you sure?
It's never too late

[Instrumental]

All those moments will be lost in time
Like tears in rain Time to die
Off world colonies new lands to begin again
Eat raw fish, noodles search skinjobs, raw and cold
Tortoise, same as turtle IQ test, emotional response
Three males, three females just four left to retire

Artificial owl Perfect skinjobs
Artificial Rachel Past borrowed

Dying, hands are the first
Bleeding nose, mouth and ears
Painful to live in fear

That's what it is to be a slave
End, love for any life
Quite an experience to live in fear

Orange body, green legs
Eggs hatched, mother eaten

Not supposed to have feelings
XB-71, artificial snake

Too bad she won't live, perfection won't last
Loving her future, life without past

Age of techno God, creation of perfect beings
Automatic prayers for life Age of synthetic feelings