virtual intelligence – synthetic synthia’s exo-erotica cyber death party lyrics
all the gods left paradise
in cold of oldest cold
living up their lives above us all
no fashion sense
all the dead have died in fact
i know, i know, it’s known
piled up in bodies torn apart
new fashion sense
try me out—wear out my—body
if it’s hard—do it every way
purchase the newest new model
die to live—to serve another day
bow! to the gods of the death!
to bow!
bod to the goddess of f+ck!
not too soft, here the pain is mine
f+ck mе dead—never cross thе line
come on over baby
climb up closer to me—yeah
lovely lives for sale—that you can
own, own, own
programmed right to die inside (pleasure domes of)
their fashion sense
i’m new now but if you tire
dispose, the old, the old
be the first to set
the future fashion sense
try me out—wear out my—body
if it’s hard—do it every way
purchase the newest new model
die to live—to live another day
bow! to the gods of the death!
to bow!
bod to the goddess of f+ck!
can’t you see that i fulfil a need now?
what you need is what you have in me now!
when you’re through you can dispose of me…how?
where you do it isn’t up to me at all
build me up as god and tear me down
kiss me hard as love or k!ll me now
give me life and take it fast away
deconstruct my soul—i’ll do what you say
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