Come and see my perfect mediacenter All my money all my time I've spent on it All specialized, all reinvented State of the art to enter the internet
I hear my deamons hawling Into the cyberspace they're calling me
Login the pass Pandorra's box is open!
My head, my feet, my brain is driving me insain! My blood, my lungs, my veins are burning up in flames.
It makes you feel like ice cold winter In this labyrinth of filth and sin Some things are sweet and some even sweeter Link by link the ice is getting thin
On my deadly journey right to the center This draging twister takes me under I'm willing to survive, can't surrender To the call of this phony splendour
My head, my feet, my brain is driving me insain! My blood, my lungs, my veins are burning up in flames. (x2)
[Call from a distance Voices of bliss Voice from a distance Calling my name Calling my name...
Mi na go* enter this!]
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