Cyberchrist (Flesh Field)

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.