Can you see the white man
With the small gun by the hand
In virtuell world of evil
Foreign land

Isolation - of all minds
Penetration - of any kind

Can you feel the hard rain
Like the [bad word] through my veins
In static city
Feel the pain

In the night when houses burn
From static city, there’s no return
Without shadows through the night
Wake me up and hold me tight
When the ship is going down
And i’m turning round and round
Preserving in everlasting flame
man has lost his shining fame

I can see black machines
With short-wired interface
In mortal remains
For strangers race
 [bad word] - of body and soul
Just reduction - of time/ unit/ hole

I can feel the burning river
Like [bad word] through my veins
In static city
Suppress the flames