the air is cold
 mirrors reflecting
 the sky
 skyscrapers
 cover the sun
 a huge machinery
 slowly rotates
 I close my eyes
 my thoughts become wings

 I fly high in the sky
 you are already waiting
 we kiss us in the clouds
 the future is rotating

 the cold bites
 all of us in uniforms
 like robots
 movements equated

 here is mind control
 you're violating virtual morality
 corporal punishment
 sets in now

 the pain pulsat es
 my thoughts become wings

 I fly high in the sky
 you are already waiting
 we kiss us in the clouds
 the future is rotating