2021.07.28.
Electrosphere
A future was installedin the stolen past.
The circuit supporting it is
viva metalpolis.
Eve was born
from metamorphosis.
Letting nothing leak, she was
uni sexualis.
Wearing a beguiling dress,
a coloured cord
tied Mother and
cybernetics.
Fibreglass
plays a melody.
Adorn yourself
with a form that won’t be stripped off.
Automata walk these streets.
The fuselages flying past each other
travel soundlessly
surpassing the speed of light.
Aeronautics.
My pulse beats
like an alarm bell.
The end has come.
Hurry, quickly!
Break data
will destroy everything.
It induces abnormalities.
Electro pulse.
Reality, starting anew,
is a former delusion.
The insincere goddess
casts her smile aside.
History is meaningless.
Ignore imitations.
Even glorified sins
are reality here.
Virtual reality
governs this stage
and real colours
disappear.
Come on, while it hasn’t been painted over!
(Interlude)
A future was installed
in the stolen past.
There’s no way it can be taken back.
Viva metalpolis.
Eve was born
from metamorphosis.
Leaving nothing behind,
cold sleep.
While wearing a beguiling dress,
tear off the coloured cord
and run away.
There’s no need to fear.
Fibreglass
and electrons make up this melody.
Hurry and clean off
the sounds that got stuck on.
The fuselages flying past each other
travel soundlessly.
They’re so ominous.
Aeronautics.
My pulse beats
like an alarm bell.
Avoid the end!
Electrosphere.
Break data.
Once you delete it,
can you rescue
the true colours?
I offer my hand. You take it
and we fly.
It’s not a machine.
I start sprouting wings.
In the rewound film
a world on the brink of collapse is displayed.
If my voice will reach you, then notice it!
“This is your pure mistake.”
Since you say
that I can still make it in time
I’ll tell you.
You must be able to notice it now,
isn’t that right?
The past is gone without a trace now
and yet it isn’t fully gone…
A future constructed from junk
isn’t so bad, huh?
I can’t return to the past, and yet…