Deeper into the mud de Waltari

Deeper into the led by the angel. john doe is looking around, delighted
and - frankly begins to go insane. the computerbrain can't find such a
"feeling" in it's data banks and becomes

outside the breathing space
like a bunch of metal pushed into my veins

hasta la vista, oh la-la negras putas, muchos cojones
it's so beautiful

vegetation, out of my files
weird like death, like rusty metal

how do you feel? you're out of line

death death
(hey) now it's a crime to walk down here
this is not our property, somebody's charging us

no, no, no it's not true
here we are all free, free from your sins

sure it's all safe?
reminds me of an overload
surrounded by chaos
i'm just a hunter's prey

benedictus esto inter peccatores, dominus tecum
John doe manages to escape from the circuit of the computerbrain, the body
impregnated with despair is slowly getting rid of its chronic depression. the
angel is watching from aside with a contented smile. the computerbrain is
starting to feel a reduction of electric charge in itself.

i can't find my memory
i'm short of breath, i only feel
files are messed up, hi-tech gone
wanna get back, this is not fun
i escape, i am scared
i'll be lost anyway
comfortable? it's too hot
i'm afraid of what is not
why do you smile, don't like it
feel too much, i feel sorrow
i should stay pale behind my monitor. let me go
The computerbrain runs away trying to john doe is somewhere
revelling deep in pleasure.

american dream
you made yourself spoiled
i've been livin' in a dream for too long
they forced me to pay, but now, here,

yeah yeah yeah yeah

is this way right or wrong?
should i right or left?
it's too hot, faith no more
i feel wet, i will die