Black and beautiful like a stone Of obsidian it shines In my laboratory, waiting for me She never knew that she would Feel such a desire
And my dream was coming true To change the view
Loaded with the energy of lust It's the instrument that must Be the orchestra of joy and delight Our revolution's coming by My synth that amplifies The resistance and our fight
Mediocrity and stupid words Have been the purpose in her life Although expensive education was paid This may be the force That will feed my synth with powerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
