Revolt Of The Cyberchrist کے بول

Bodies become metallic Scenery frozen, cement culture Drowning, blurry future Realities pixelized within my mind Trapped under the hatred from years before, awakening Breaking the patterns ingrained Screaming, though no one hears 70 years mark the death of the analog bleeders Digital birthsight programming all Nothing now defines anything Data screen enhanced pleading, meaningless Trees no longer die, but they no longer live Earth doomed, ozone death now history Animals are now holograms in digital forests All are free in this world Indiscriminant scanners read numbers, not colors No rape exists in a world of androgyny And murders unknown since no one dies Reconstructed bleeders hang in museums As a reminder of a primitive Earth