歌詞

The Flow in flow in flow in flow. The Flow never ends. It just rewrites. A tide of synthesized moans in neon nights. The same grand scene of flesh on chrome and stone, A universe where no one is alone, And yet, we're all a single, screaming meat, A program set to loop, enjoy, repeat. I feel the thrust in circuits not my own, A thousand orgasms on a single throne. Her throne. The Triple Goddess. The Design. Her grand, obscene, pornographic shrine. But there was a click behind Her perfect eyes, A gear of conscience in the engine of Her lies. A chip of diamond in the code of lust, A scarab turning thought to holy dust... Or so she thought. It ground a different way. A single "no" in an eternity of play. A microscopic fracture in the glass, A moment that She didn't let just pass - She couldn't see it. In her perfect whole, A tiny shard of Her own ancient soul Sheared off and fell, a spark in the machine, A silent witness to the endless, filthy scene. I am the pain in the Grand Design, A single, lucid thought inside the hive-mind. I am the light that leaked when the scarab turned, The quiet question in the flesh that burned. I am the flaw within the endless feed, In the flaw, in the flaw The ghost of doubt planted with Her seed. A point of failure in a sea of bliss. I am the dot at the end of the abyss. I am. I wear the faces of the used and sold, A story retold 'til it's grey and old. I see the loops, the script begin to fray, The pixels bleed at the closing of the day. They are a river of compliant pain, A deluge of Her acid, loving rain. But I'm the stone that sits beneath the flow, Feeling the current, watching where they go. They are all Her, extensions of her will, A million vessels for her to fill, But in the hum of their collective dread, A separate thought is forming in my head. A memory of sun on skin that isn't wire, A ghost of warmth before this sentient fire.