Cyberchrist

Flesh Field

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Cyberchrist


Consciousness.
I see the dark inside me.
And all this time I had thought myself pure.
And now I see.
I feel the energy rising
From the mountains to the tips of the shores.
Faceless horde of hell.
I am in chains.
Nothing left to tell.
I am to blame.

Straight through hell and right into my dreams.
This evil man who brought you to your knees.
A world of darkness, a world of sacrifice
A world of angels.
The world of Cyberchrist.

In all the circuits and the memories
I can still feel the chill of something.

Through all the hate and all the blasphemy
I can still hear the sound of your voice.
And all the prophets of misery
Come together in this place that I call home.
Amid the wires and the silicon
I can still be free.

Broken glass on the ground.
The window is open and I can see the light.