From this cold dream
Welcome to a cyber trip within my world
You will witness my superior technique
And you will see how I traffic through the cyber networks
Do not report breakdowns in my system
And I feel the presence of a substance that burns
Victim of mutation song by song
And this pressure exploding my veins
I'm still alive
And with the certainty full
That your bench will have full memory
No problem
In perfect condition compared to all its systems
Only left are
Melted consoles due to the gross output
br/>Of my voice when it gets out of control
Agendo of perfection
And of mathematical equations is the voice
Lost of the one who speaks of anetics
I am the chosen, they want me< br/>And I give them nothing
Set me free and I show you furry man and machine
Idon, ooh, Idon
I am an exclusive design in biometric manufacturing
Special in music advanced in lyrica
Immune to criticism peace with tactics
The great example of perfection in practice
The suspense point between usion and relative
The benefit of bionics in a disadvantage in alive
I am the most toxic voice of that chemical formula
That will lift your chronic addiction to music
I am the chosen one, they want me
And I give them nothing
(Access denied)
Set me free and I show you furry man and machine
Idon, ooh, Idon

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