The operator chamber is filled with smoke
Click track, then timer, then creation mode
Take your days as a block and crank them loud
Beat the clock like a rock, an answer [bad word] out

Not thinking of anything, guided by fears and dreams
Mixing our emotions, loading a rebellion

Confined in a closet, exploring space
What you think, who you are [bad word] the same
It all gets together, visions appear
Then the room gets colder, I think you're here

Not thinking of anything, guided by fears and dreams
Mixing our emotions, loading a rebellion

Images of death, of wars [bad word] The catastrophes, poison, pollution
And all that is good became [bad word] But so far so good, the end of reason
And all that is good became illusion
But so far so good... just keep on...
How far to go?