I see in my plate electronic food Technology is evolving GOOD You thing it is God Who else you think has the power, the special machine To change the world? Electronic music, cyberspace, DVD, plasma TV They give me pleasure, joy unbound My years are passing with speed ultrasound Reborn from electronic sperm I failed all the classes at this live term Everything is changing together with me I go to the orbit, spaceship vessel shall be Wired is my head I can feel the cabel's end It controls my body, my innermost fears I taste electronic tears It can change the world, It knows the magic word There is no game over here The credits are enough to become unreal. C:\clr(screen) I cut the transmission Surrender to this futile mission So people go back again where you belong And stay there until the last GONGGGG Back to your electronic cells Do what the special machine tells It changes the structure of your thinking A red light always blinking Records everything in your little memory Becomes your enemy Special machine figures out the way Manipulates your system with the Virus “delay” Process a new vision Let’s go back at the holy inquisition 64 kb is left now C:\format *.* Apocalyptic dreams are offered to you It gives you paranoia too Special machine has the system rewritten What you are now, is just a new you... simply bitten The special machine knows tricks World wide submission ticks
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΩΝΤΑΣ ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟΝ ΧΕΙΜΑΡΟ.. ΤΟΝ "ΚΩΔΙΚΟ" ΣΟΥ, ΠΙΣΤΕΥΩ ΠΩΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΤΟ PASSWORD ΠΟΥ ΘΑ ΞΕΚΛΕΙΔΩΣΕΙ ΚΑΘΕ ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΗ ΨΥΧΗ.. ΕΜΕΝΑ ΤΟΥΛΑΧΙΣΤΟΝ ΚΑΤΑΦΕΡΕ ΝΑ ΜΕ ΑΠΟΚΩΔΙΚΟΠΟΙΗΣΕΙ!