Cyberpunks and crypto-anarchists
When in doubt, fake 'em out
You wrote the script but couldn't see the twist
Nothing broke, nothing gained
This song is for the Baphomet
This song is for the guilty ones
In silicon dreams, we're all kings and queens
In silicon dreams, we fuck like machines
The clouds are red and the sky is on fire
The rock n roll TV evangelist
When in doubt, knock 'em out
You turned the cheek but couldn't see the fist
Nothing broke, nothing gained
This song is for the Lützen fog
This song is for the fallen one
In silicon dreams, we'rе all kings and queens
In silicon dreams, we fuck like machinеs
The clouds are red and the sky is on fire
Steal from the bitch and give to the whore
Nothing broke, nothing gained
Prepare for peace, commemorate the war
Make the cut, love the pain
This song is for the Baphomet
This song is for the guilty ones
The clouds are red and the sky is on fire
