the end is yet [bad word] 
distingue your memories before they're gone
the end is yet [bad word] 
but then everything turned out to be wrong

we were meant to speak in highly different tongues
to enable our diversity, to enable being social ones
back at the birth of man, back at the birth of speech
to discover excitement, to disorder & to teach

it's the 23rd century & there's a newly sworn [bad word] from behind & turning you to blind
a steady-state of a binary presentation
a hate-progression of [bad word] termination

did you reveal your scars & human signs?
your mind keeps turning, this is not real
did you re-heal your wounds & sweet-caress?
I am the [bad word] in you & I am going to steal

it's a snow crash - inside of your head
a pounderous oblivion, a force to be fed
it's like a mental [bad word] - turn of 180 degrees
dementia [bad word]  don't you agree?

it's a snow crash - inside of your brain
heading towards your mind & falling like rain
it's like a war inside - when all our thoughts collide
'cause you've been erased even though you're alive

metaverse, the virtual desire
a fictive world with all dreams that you admired
but now there's revenge, the fall of babylon
an Infokalypse erasing what was going on
don't you believe, don't you retrieve?
it's the disorder of the word & the rising of grief
a stroke of excitement & of permanent dillusion
a paradise lost in [bad word] horrendous confusion

take my breath away
& knowledge will always stay…
take my breath away
& noone will ever stay...