Deeper into the mud... led by the angel. John Doe is looking around, delighted
and - frankly begins to go insane. [bad word] can't find such a
"feeling" in it's data banks and [bad word] alarmed...

[Machine: ]
Outside the breathing space
Like a bunch of metal pushed into my veins
[John Doe: ]
Hasta la vista, oh la-la negras putas, muchos cojones!
It's so beautiful here...
[Machine: ]
Vegetation, out of my files
Weird like death, [bad word] metal
[The Angel: ]
How do you feel? Laa-la-laa... you're out of line!
[Machine: ]
Death! Death!
(Hey!) Now it's a crime to walk down here
This is not our property, somebody's charging us
[The Angel: ]
No, no, no! It's not [bad word] #33;
Here we are all free, free from your sins!
[Machine: ]
Sure it's all safe?
Reminds me of an overload
Surrounded by chaos
I'm just a hunter's prey
[The Angel: ]
Benedictus esto inter peccatores, dominus tecum!

John Doe manages to escape from the circuit of [bad word]  the body
impregnated with despair is slowly getting rid of its chronic depression. The
Angel is watching from aside with a contented smile. [bad word] is
starting to feel a reduction of electric charge in itself.

[Machine: ]
I can't find my memory
I'm short of breath, I only feel
Files are messed up, hi-tech gone
Wanna get back, this is not fun!
I escape, I am scared
I'll be lost anyway [bad word]  It's too hot
I'm afraid of what is not
Why do you smile, don't like it
Feel too much, I feel sorrow
I should stay pale behind my monitor. LET ME GO!

The [bad word] away trying to escape... John Doe is somewhere else...
Revelling deep in pleasure.

[Machine: ]
American dream
You made yourself spoiled
I've been livin' in a dream for too long
They forced me to pay, but now, here, today...
[Choir: ]
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
[Machine: ]
Is this way right or wrong?
Should I go... right or left?
It's too hot, faith no more
I feel wet, I will die!