I float on the waves of the Internet
unfolding pages
revealing secrets and mysteries
I write and it all comes to life
everything and everyone is moving
a constant motion of 10101010
I roll my
sittin\' in front of the TV
a cigarette
glued to my lips...
feelings burnt to ashes
like a living dead
I wear my coffin...
deserve no pity,
deserve no love...
there\'s no getting away
dogs bark on the street,
the dull song of the trams
flows through particles of air,
a tree is burning in the fire of the sunset,
and you are looking through me...
transparent ice is my
Machines are tearing up my soul
Hounds bark from the depths of my Unconscious
And I am nothing but a mould of living flesh
Assembled in the slaughter-house of Creation!
My God plays chess
