Текст песни SURVIVORIA - The Silent Witness

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.