This virtual spring flows freely
Through the meanders of the thought
The sound of the synthetic drops
Gives rhythm to
your frivolous existence
Interferes with prosperity
And rapes your most intimate dreams
Clone of the spirit, artificial
envelope
Will you become the shadow of another one?
In this magnetic cathedral
Where you need to find a shelter
Only these
buttons will grant your wishes
The directions that come along with them
Are a part of the doctrine
Here God created
material
Material has become God
Above us
Here God created material
Material has become God