1 The Still of future The ants on palms The fluid so liquid Virused program I hear your voice (You hear my cry) I recognize it's all fake, it's all lie! 2 I feel - God and AntiGod are enweaved in dance And I need much more loneliness in this crowded place Memory's full, a ll systems failed All my Gods are overdosed Time to reset I'm misconceived, y our laugh is in my pain So pixelized, so corrupted to play Refrain In your paces, in your traces, In your faces I can see Deigital Dying 3 Show me the poetry Flickering ant Weave your Matrix Romantic end I heard you voice I knew you died I recognize it's all fake, it's all … Cry of the future words s tuck into my mouth In my sight a ll the chaos of intertwisted worlds Black Part: I am your personal Satan I am Your Personal Jesus I'm always right after you I am your servant Cringing itself, full of respect Ready to be whatever you want me to be Make Your Wish Just call me to act Refrain