5ynchr0ni7e Songtext
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5ynchr0ni7e Songtext
The night is black like never before
From the roof of the agency, the entire sprawling city
Looks like a dark maelstrom that constantly changes form
Like a maw of tar into which everything flows sluggishly like lava
Like a black hole that sucks everything
In, even the light of the stars
White tosses his cigarette butt
Shortly afterward, the embers vanish
Somewhere several stories below him
Burned up, annihilated, just like the
Numerous test subjects of the last few weeks
It is time to enter the lab
Already up for days, not having slept, not having
Eaten, only nourished by coffee and nicotine
The elevator takes him below, deep down below the surface
Into the heart of the building, where the mind machine is waiting
Tired, White leaves the compartment
The agency staff quickly avert their eyes
Others flinch when they see him
And how should they react in any other way?
He hasn′t looked at himself in a mirror for a long time
And he doesn't want to see what is looking back at him
The only thing of importance now is that his heart keeps beating
Until he has found the access to the dream web
That stamped dream web
And until he has destroyed everything that lies beyond
The lab security personnel are carrying away another stretcher
The white sheet is quickly turning
Red where there had been heads before
How many had it already been this night?
White enters the frequency room
A man that he has never seen before is sitting on the mechanical chair
Naked, shaved head, sensor beads on his skin
He is still breathing, for how much longer?
This time it has to work, but if not...
The next test subjects are being prepped already in the airlock
They would be able to continue like this for weeks
But at some point, someone would be asking questions
"Attempt number 28"
White hears the voice of the mechanic say
The cameras are recording
The contraption is humming along
The machine automatically inserts the
Tubes into the arteries of the man
The needles are piercing his skin, entering deep into his flesh
His eyes contort
Within a blink of an eye, the icy cold blue
Liquid floods his body like an arctic shock
Cold vapors billowing out of his mouth
His pupils are changing
The circling gaze; White will never get used to it
The mechanic is regulating the flux with the synchronizer
White thought that all of this should have been much easier
That night when Black escaped, the agency guys
Had caught the frequency with the detector
They had analyzed the sequence for days, but it was useless
What good was a frequency that opens a door to the dream web
If you didn′t know how to synchronize with it?
From the roof of the agency, the entire sprawling city
Looks like a dark maelstrom that constantly changes form
Like a maw of tar into which everything flows sluggishly like lava
Like a black hole that sucks everything
In, even the light of the stars
White tosses his cigarette butt
Shortly afterward, the embers vanish
Somewhere several stories below him
Burned up, annihilated, just like the
Numerous test subjects of the last few weeks
It is time to enter the lab
Already up for days, not having slept, not having
Eaten, only nourished by coffee and nicotine
The elevator takes him below, deep down below the surface
Into the heart of the building, where the mind machine is waiting
Tired, White leaves the compartment
The agency staff quickly avert their eyes
Others flinch when they see him
And how should they react in any other way?
He hasn′t looked at himself in a mirror for a long time
And he doesn't want to see what is looking back at him
The only thing of importance now is that his heart keeps beating
Until he has found the access to the dream web
That stamped dream web
And until he has destroyed everything that lies beyond
The lab security personnel are carrying away another stretcher
The white sheet is quickly turning
Red where there had been heads before
How many had it already been this night?
White enters the frequency room
A man that he has never seen before is sitting on the mechanical chair
Naked, shaved head, sensor beads on his skin
He is still breathing, for how much longer?
This time it has to work, but if not...
The next test subjects are being prepped already in the airlock
They would be able to continue like this for weeks
But at some point, someone would be asking questions
"Attempt number 28"
White hears the voice of the mechanic say
The cameras are recording
The contraption is humming along
The machine automatically inserts the
Tubes into the arteries of the man
The needles are piercing his skin, entering deep into his flesh
His eyes contort
Within a blink of an eye, the icy cold blue
Liquid floods his body like an arctic shock
Cold vapors billowing out of his mouth
His pupils are changing
The circling gaze; White will never get used to it
The mechanic is regulating the flux with the synchronizer
White thought that all of this should have been much easier
That night when Black escaped, the agency guys
Had caught the frequency with the detector
They had analyzed the sequence for days, but it was useless
What good was a frequency that opens a door to the dream web
If you didn′t know how to synchronize with it?
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