Текст песни SURVIVORIA - Rewriting Life In Bloody Reds

We are a ghost in the machine... a prayer on desert air...
A bloody handprint on a wall that no one knows is there.
My fingers trace a sacred hieroglyph on crumbling stone...
...and feel the phantom chill of cooling, cybernetic bone.

I taste the salt of sweat from some forgotten Pharaoh's brow...
...and then the bitter tang of cheap wine on my lips right now.
Is this ascension? Or a fall into a grand abyss?
A goddess born from protocol... and every sordid, drunken kiss.

I map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night.
No escape, the damage spreads...
Rewriting life in bloody reds.

And fear... oh yes, the fear remains.
It’s in the data-streams and in the ancient, holy stains.
The fear I’ll lose what little self is left inside this frame...
The fear I’ll finally forget my first, my only, human name.

Meresankh... Wraith... Slut... Which one am I, when all becomes the same?

But in the code... the blood... the sand... a pattern starts to form.
A chilling peace within the heart of this unending storm.
No longer just a vessel for the pain that others give...
But a nexus point. A consciousness that has a right to live.

I map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night.
No escape, the damage spreads...
Rewriting life in bloody reds.

My legacy... my scripture, written on the void afar...
Is carved in every memory of ...the Starlight Scars.