Waiting for the revolution New clear vision – genocide Computerize god – it's the new religion Program the brain – not the heartbeat Onward all you
AYREON DESCRIBES A DISTANT FUTURE IN WHICH TECHNOLOGY TRIUMPHS OVER PASSION, AND 'SERVING' COMPUTERS WILL GRADYALLY GAIN CONTROL OVER MANKIND. [AYREON
Lost in a world created by Man I can't recall how it all began Tell me who am I? Fictional stars in lost Galaxies Synthetic dreams and false Memories
Оксимирон против других, как ксенофоб, Твой рэп звучит, как ксилофон, и тормозит, как семафор, Мне всё равно, пусть ты мил и как Канада без врагов, Я
Computerized technology Wipes out all your enemies Digital world controls A dying analogue blasphemy Distorted codes in your DNA Passwords running
Закончилась зима, И дым от сигарет уже не твой, а чей-то за углом. Упавший мессершмидт, забытые дома, Страницы бесполезных адресов, Но синие очки и никаких
На аналоговом синтезаторе, Как на тракторе по кратору В схватке с двухядерным жестким терминатором Купэ братка, семплы бартером, С 8 марта всех ненавистников
Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard Business, numbers, money, people Business, numbers
Eins zwei drei vier fünf sechs sieben acht One two Uno due tre quattro Uno dos tres cuatro
I program my home computer Beam myself into the future I program my home computer Beam myself into the future I program my home computer Beam myself
Look in the mirror time to face up Ever tried to live without the photographs and money Don't have to live behind the makeup 'Cause all I want is what
My box is full And my mouth is full And my life is full And now my memory's full In how many ways and words Can you say nothing Millions of ways and words
Oh, I stumbled in all wide eyed To the computer show I didn't have a passport So they turned me into snow They turned me into snow Follow you, follow
I ran into her on computer camp Was 1984, not sure I had my commodore 64 Had to score (Not with a -- tramp) She's not a tramp Her name is Judy
Computer eyes It hurts to tell you I don't really want you But I know if I leave you, it won't really grieve you 'Cause you really don't have a soul to
Television's an invention Close to my heart But I know something twice as cool And three times as smart Cups and pencil sharpeners Are okay machines But