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Start Transmission
03:44
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A Translucent hive
Constructed of a million cells
Each one contains a being from a different world
Fragments of an organic computer network
A database of all life in the multiverse
Serving the aspirations of the Core Consciousness
Sous la terre, sur la terre
Comme dans les airs
Rien n'est constant
Changements de température drastiques
Gravité imprévisible
Les gens restent à la maison
La vie se passe à l'abri
D'un monde désordonné
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2. |
La Femme Mécanique
04:38
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Je suis la femme mécanique
La poupée dans ta boîte à musique
Je suis douce et parfois frénétique
Ma vie, une forme asymétrique
Le mal me décompose et je compose avec lui
Le mal métamorphose de la machine à la vie
Je suis la femme mécanique
Je dois maîtriser les techniques
Bâtir des instruments ludiques
Détruire tes instants tragiques
Le mal me décompose et je compose avec lui
Le mal métamorphose de la machine à la vie
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3. |
The Electric Man
05:29
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The notion of life escapes me
Is there any left in my circuitry?
Where exactly ends the organic,
And comes forth the cybernetic?
What is the depth of veracity
Perceived in my augmented reality?
This cold precision should make me ecstatic
But the remaining human is in a state of panic!
Rage is my sole emotion
Opposed to this fated mutation
Rage controlling my actions
Opposed to my new incarnation
Paralysed as the machine consumes me
Encrypting my consciousness in a data stream
I have shed the remnants of my humanity
To be reborn into a godless entity!
Rage is my sole emotion
Opposed to this fated mutation
Rage controlling my actions
Opposed to my new incarnation
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Quantum Realities
04:54
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My hand is on my chest
Vibrations surround the room
Foggy day, gloomy night
Visions of grainy warm colours
Alone, but you watch me
Time suspends, time accelerates
Are you still here? Where are you?
Memory or reality?
All alone but I can feel you here, by my side
How I long for your embrace for our worlds to collide
My feet are stuck on the ground
My skin is starting to crackle
And the air is scraping my throat
But I know and I'm sure
That once again we will fly!
All alone but I can feel you here, by my side
How I long for your embrace for our worlds to collide
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5. |
End Transmission
04:51
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They will see with their eyes
And I will hear...
There's a transmission I received
Not long I heard the voice
Of a man, or a machine
I'm not sure, but it repeated the same two words
Again and again...
"Femme Mécanique"
They will see with their eyes
And I will hear...
"Femme Mécanique"
"End Transmission..."
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