0202122 - interdeath

In this cruel world
In this modem world
Programee controlled
Remote desing

Shutlle lunch
You watch at home
Throught the cables of
Dead end call

Than a crack on the line
While the shutlle bang
You don't see the end
The moon black

Become wild
Start to shout
You wish I had than
Hit the ground

Of the pistols and guns
Pointed on me
The way to build your own dream

How do you feel your hand
On the mousy buttons and wheels

This is the ball
To hit my head
To smash my mind
To paint the wall

Printer made a picture
How will I look

I see InterDeath
Through the internet
I taste own death
On internet
He will find dead
The Internet
I feel your look
Through internet

It's my site
It's my site
This site is mine

Now the mornig commes
You can even feel the sound
USO Inserting Voice

Keep eyes open
To see the mare
Outing of the modems
And steel

Have your login
To enter the hell
To search the libraries
Of motined godness

And logout to fall asleep
To have dreams again