Sluts and cyborgs all around.
Shall they bring me down?
I am lost, I am the last -
Lonely preacher without the past
Cold bodies lie frozen like heavy lead
Machine-guns instead of their hands
Tonight they need no oxygen
No water, no food, just nitrogen
I am a biomechanoid
Into the church of revolution
March as the soldier of No Future
The universe of radiation
Salutes your mind's mutation
Take my hand I'll lead you, darling
To my native urban jungle
To the place where I was living
To the place where we will… die!
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