In this cruel world
In this modem world
Programee controlled
Remote desing
Shutlle lunch
You watch at home
Throught the cables of
Dead end call
Than a crack on the line
While the shutlle bang
You don't see the end
The moon black
Become wild
Start to shout
You wish I had than
Hit the ground
Of the pistols and guns
Pointed on me
The way to build your own dream
How do you feel your hand
On the mousy buttons and wheels
This is the ball
To hit my head
To smash my mind
To paint the wall
Printer made a picture
How will I look
I see InterDeath
Through the internet
I taste own death
On internet
He will find dead
The Internet
I feel your look
Through internet
It's my site
It's my site
This site is mine
Now the mornig commes
You can even feel the sound
USO Inserting Voice
Keep eyes open
To see the mare
Outing of the modems
And steel
Have your login
To enter the hell
To search the libraries
Of motined godness
And logout to fall asleep
To have dreams again
