...And so our man return to "save" the computermonster and notice that he is still alive..!? In quite bad condition, but anyway. The Angel follows.
Machine: Time, irrelevant, I can’t die and it’s my own fault Inspiration of a living organism I lost my files but I’m still well, exiting Thought surrounded only by bacteria and viruses
The Angel: How do you feel? La-la-la, you were out of line!
Machine: What?
The Angel: Don’t be afraid, you’ll have your memory back, if you wanted to
Machine: Ooh! Deep in the mud, totally locked I started recognize myself I ordered the files into a new dimension Thought I felt as slow as hell
The Angel: Outside the cruel metal that keeps you fed, things don’t look the same
Machine: Aarrgh! So I was cheated, cruelly treated
The Angel: It’s not really like you feel, do you judge me when it’s real?
Machine: Aah! Ooh!
The Angel: Can; t you understand if I told you to turn your head You would laught only loud Machines don’t believe me! Machines don’t believe me!