This virtual spring flows freely

Through the meanders of the thought

The sound of the synthetic drops

Gives rhythm to your frivolous existence

Interferes with prosperity

And rapes your most intimate dreams

Clone of the spirit, artificial envelope

Will you become the shadow of another one?

In this magnetic cathedral

Where you need to find a shelter

Only these buttons will grant your wishes

The directions that come along with them

Are a part of the doctrine

Here God created material

Material has become God

Above us

Here God created material

Material has become God