Wire wave

Of insect monotony

In the graphic zoo

Hot silver

And the generation of weaker cells

The choice of animal

Being stuck

Separate and official

Dark and loomed

With the lords of language

The brain sees a body

In the face of progress

A second contour

In out-of-state confusion

And never speaks so high

In the last year of the temple

Blown away

By the fever pitch

Of scary atoms

Blue missiles

And acceleration of stronger minnows

The quеst of everything

Being robbеd

Of the only mission

Carbon games

As they frost the gates

Insinuate an olive branch

In the path of destruction

God of shadows

Out-of-phase elusive

And never reach so high

An imperial performance

(Come on, do it! Do it now)