Addicted to the systems...shock without you are dead talking to the robots dancing with machines phantoms been mistaken mystery, solution, death craving for more limits a trigger for the end sometimes I dream... to build my own paradise I will build my own and when I open up my eyes this dream is erased and I old when I die heaven becomes clouded batteries are low vertical horizon acid runs out of the cells bathe your souls in this neon blood it is contaminated life balanced on mortal remains sometimes I dream... to build my own paradise I will build my and when I open up my eyes this dream is erased and I old when I die everywhere just bacteria everywhere I see but not here I´m clean everywhere just bacteria everywhere I see but not here I´m clean sometimes I dream... to build my own paradise I will build my and when I open up my eyes this dream is erased and I old when I die and when I open up my eyes this dream is erased and I old when I die