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
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Here God created material Material has become GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
