Mind.In.A.Box - 5Ynchr0Ni7E lyrics
[Mind.In.A.Box - 5Ynchr0Ni7E lyrics]
The night is black like never before
From the roof of the Agency
The entire sprawling city looks like
A dark maelstrom that constantly
Changes form, like a maw of tar into
Which everything flows sluggishly
Like lava, like a black hole
That sucks everything in
Even the light of the stars
White tosses his cigarette butt shortly
Afterward the embers vanish
Somewhere several stories below him
Burned up annihilated
Just like the numerous test subjects
Of the last few weeks
It is time to enter the lab already up
For days, not having slept, not having eaten
Only nourished by coffee and nicotine
The elevator takes him below
Deep down below the
Surface, into the heart of the building
Where the mind machine is waiting tired
White leaves the compartment
The Agency staff quickly avert their eyes
Others flinch when they see him and how
Should they react in any other
Way? He hasn’t looked at himself in
A mirror for a long time
And he doesn’t want to see
What is looking back at
Him the only thing of importance now
Is that his heart keeps
Beating until he has found the
Access to the Dreamweb
That damned Dreamweb – and until he
Has destroyed everything that lies beyond
The lab security personnel are
Carrying away another stretcher
The white sheet is quickly turning red
Where there had been a head before how
Many had it already been this night?
White enters the frequency room a man
That he has never seen
Before is sitting on the mechanical
Chair naked, shaved head
Sensor beads on his skin he
Is still breathing for how
Much longer? This time it has to work but
If not the next test
Subjects are being prepped
Already in the air lock they would be
Able to continue like this for weeks but at
Some point someone would be asking questions
"Attempt number two hundred-eight"
White hears the voice of the mechanic say
The cameras are recording the
Contraption is humming
Along the machine automatically inserts the
Tubes into the arteries of the man
The needles are piercing his skin
Entering deep into his flesh his
Eyes contort within the blink
Of an eye the icy cold blue liquid floods
His body like an arctic shock
Cold vapor is billowing
Out of his mouth his pupils are changing
This horrific gaze!
White will never get used to it
The mechanic is regulating the flux with
The synchronizer white thought that
All of this should have been
Much easier that night, when Black escaped
The Agency guys had caught the frequency with
The detector they had analyzed
The sequence for days, but it was useless
What good was a frequency that opens
A door to the Dreamweb
If you didn’t know how
To synchronize with it?
From the roof of the Agency
The entire sprawling city looks like
A dark maelstrom that constantly
Changes form, like a maw of tar into
Which everything flows sluggishly
Like lava, like a black hole
That sucks everything in
Even the light of the stars
White tosses his cigarette butt shortly
Afterward the embers vanish
Somewhere several stories below him
Burned up annihilated
Just like the numerous test subjects
Of the last few weeks
It is time to enter the lab already up
For days, not having slept, not having eaten
Only nourished by coffee and nicotine
The elevator takes him below
Deep down below the
Surface, into the heart of the building
Where the mind machine is waiting tired
White leaves the compartment
The Agency staff quickly avert their eyes
Others flinch when they see him and how
Should they react in any other
Way? He hasn’t looked at himself in
A mirror for a long time
And he doesn’t want to see
What is looking back at
Him the only thing of importance now
Is that his heart keeps
Beating until he has found the
Access to the Dreamweb
That damned Dreamweb – and until he
Has destroyed everything that lies beyond
The lab security personnel are
Carrying away another stretcher
The white sheet is quickly turning red
Where there had been a head before how
Many had it already been this night?
White enters the frequency room a man
That he has never seen
Before is sitting on the mechanical
Chair naked, shaved head
Sensor beads on his skin he
Is still breathing for how
Much longer? This time it has to work but
If not the next test
Subjects are being prepped
Already in the air lock they would be
Able to continue like this for weeks but at
Some point someone would be asking questions
"Attempt number two hundred-eight"
White hears the voice of the mechanic say
The cameras are recording the
Contraption is humming
Along the machine automatically inserts the
Tubes into the arteries of the man
The needles are piercing his skin
Entering deep into his flesh his
Eyes contort within the blink
Of an eye the icy cold blue liquid floods
His body like an arctic shock
Cold vapor is billowing
Out of his mouth his pupils are changing
This horrific gaze!
White will never get used to it
The mechanic is regulating the flux with
The synchronizer white thought that
All of this should have been
Much easier that night, when Black escaped
The Agency guys had caught the frequency with
The detector they had analyzed
The sequence for days, but it was useless
What good was a frequency that opens
A door to the Dreamweb
If you didn’t know how
To synchronize with it?