the end is yet to come… distingue your memories before they're gone the end is yet to come… but then everything turned out to be wrong
we were meant to speak in highly different tongues to enable our diversity, to enable being social ones back at the birth of man, back at the birth of speech to discover excitement, to disorder & to teach
it's the 23rd century & there's a newly sworn enemy coming from behind & turning you to blind a steady-state of a binary presentation a hate-progression of a coming termination
did you reveal your scars & human signs? your mind keeps turning, this is not real did you re-heal your wounds & sweet-caress? I am the virus in you & I am going to steal
it's a snow crash - inside of your head a pounderous oblivion, a force to be fed it's like a mental destruction - turn of 180 degrees dementia is coming, don't you agree?
it's a snow crash - inside of your brain heading towards your mind & falling like rain it's like a war inside - when all our thoughts collide 'cause you've been erased even though you're alive
metaverse, the virtual desire a fictive world with all dreams that you admired but now there's revenge, the fall of babylon an Infokalypse erasing what was going on don't you believe, don't you retrieve? it's the disorder of the word & the rising of grief a stroke of excitement & of permanent dillusion a paradise lost in fucking horrendous confusion
take my breath away & knowledge will always stay… take my breath away & noone will ever stay...