Crawling in every crack, mechanical Creatures, don't open your eyes
The part of existence is now distorted To a level where sense is out of reach The glassy image that refers to a state of thoughts That again reflects to a dream, neither non-sleeping nor awake Your biggest enemy is your consciousness In the end it will drag you down
Feed on yourself non-trust worthy You, the only error in a system
Of a world soon to be self-destructed I am you in a way that you never thought was possible A controlled device to follow a pattern Made specially to make failure For there will be no more No more, never to see what the right path to follow is
Who are you think you can control all existence? I am god And you are all my wounds