The W.I.R.E

A blue horizon ends behind a condiment
That feasts a specimen of digital demons in the free
I see a system of electricity
Connect the deviltry implanted to the human breed

His digital word spreads through the wire
Towards the magical horizon

No one knows what happens on that early morning;
A light of day that never came to be?

The frequent fire will sentence you all
And in your misery repenting at command

Now you are my religion, I'm changing the truth
Heaven or hell; which will fall?

His digital word spreads through the wire;
Your soul and mind belong to me
Towards the magical horizon

No one knows what happens on that early morning;
A light of day that never came to be?

His frequence in flesh is giving him all his affection
Preparing a virus at night
Now it will conquer, infringe, it will rule

In the hall of electrical fire
Eerie visions, rough design;
The city of chrome
Electrified they see his face
Burning up with rage
This is war
How can we go wrong?

I leave my faith in you

And for All the world that night, in deceit
The beast is up streaming through the lines

Burrows on the ground this night, the beast is retrieving his flesh at the site
Dance with me, we will leave the world in flames
The devil said: this is our understanding;
Do these atrocities, and hell shall be

A field of monsters that grows into a regiment
The evil operates on how to tweak the world to be
I see a zip file extract its consciousness
Its growing malcontent is threatening all that man once made

His digital word spreads through the wire;
Your soul and mind belong to me
Towards the magical horizon

No one knows what happens on that early morning;
A light of day that never came to be
Came to be. Is it real?