already dead

The antique folks will never trust:
It's new reality grew out of the numbers.
Stray souls is only radioactive dust;
My world consists of the ruins of the bodies

We have no taste and have no risk.
Our memory is stored on the hard disk.
Your mind is hidden in the mainboard.
And fingers grew out of the keypad
We wander through the program code
And our voices merged together.
We live for love, unreal love;
We live for not to die.


I want to show my artificial world
Where i am already dead.
So come with me, my mimic friend
Try to touch the cheek of my beloved
Because she`d never held my hands,
And I`d never seen her eyes.
But loved her all the time.


Метки:
Предыдущий: Знак з небес
Следующий: Твоя любов