...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! Machines don't believe me! Machines don't believe me! Leave me! Leave me! Leave me!
The computer-brain is reactivated, but this time, "harmony" between these different forces can't be found!
Machine: Do...
John Doe: ...you believe...
Machine & John Doe: ...in...
Everybody: DEATH!
Machine: Do...
John Doe: ...you believe...
Machine & John Doe: ...in...
Everybody: DEATH!
John Doe: Thinking (desperate for a..) Thinking (and then you turn to the machine) Thin (g) king (on a way to the engless...) Sinking (into lunacy)
Machine: Yeah! Yeah!
John Doe: Die! Die!
Machine: Yeah! Yeah!
John Doe: Die! Die!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
