Loser's Lair - Count Zero

First step: excludeing reality
Ascerning: adrenalin overdosed
Searching: way to digital Jesus
Enter: where to everything is closed.

Pictures from my pain.
I'm the slave of my own vision.
A second-world in sea,
of the synthetical dreams.

Everywhere are lines
On the sides of defender-reactions,
Killing purple lights
Around giantic firms

I'm so far from today
I had come to a future picture
Where mercyless killer play is
Beginning in deep.

Inside the world of visions
Floating in the electric mist
Maybe I'm a virus-programme
Or a data of the endless list.
Behind me: the red, fire-ocean
Warlike machine and nuclear dirt
Blood and death everywhere
Final days of fragile Earth.

No return, the sky is burn
Evolution turns, back to dust
We're the last surviver of the frost.

Nothing but skin and bone
People who believe in victory
Everywhere is nuclear danger-zone
This is the bloodest age of history.
This is the war of slum against empire.
Innocence children starve to death.
The prison camp is like a purulent scar
This is the paradise of sickness.

Everywhere is dirt
And the world is frost in cold season
I want to come back from future
To the pain-screams of today.

Everywhere is dirt
And the people turn back to evolution
3-2-1 Count Zero

No return: We're the last surviver of the frost.