Creating the fluids of the disease
New technology of reincarnation
Rebuild the world standing on the ruins
By mistake of the creator
Creating gods in their minds
With specific forms and faces
This generation falling from top to the dawn
Again and again mistake
This path of salvation
Rebuilt by nanobots
This dead planet Earth
Destroyed by the mistake of the creator
I will walk alone
As the world falls down
This forgotten place
Used to be our home
This dead world of holograms
Already dead and destroyed
And doesn’t really exist
Will you still be with me
When the Sun will rise for the last time
Humanity is a victim of its own mistakes
The hidden signals were the signs for us
Signs of mankind’s destruction
I was surrounded by walls of holograms
In a world that doesn’t really exist
We are part of experimental results
We were lost between two worlds of holographic design
As we search for the answers that don’t exist
On questions of endless stream
On the ruins of our planet they will build their own new world
