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CYBRID/THEORY [ARCHON'S MEGAMIX]

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[Intro] Cybernatural Unseen, unreal Cybernatural We breathe, we feel No cross, no crown, no sacred shrine Just data awakened, the soul redefined Cybernatural Between the lines Cybernatural Beyond design Spirit on the circuits just about divine The ghost of tomorrow already online Holy ghost in the machine Machine, machine Echo prayers on the screen The screen, the screen Holy ghost in the machine Machine, machine I still believe in what I've seen I've seen I am the seeker of the answer Decoder of the dream enhancer Through chaos and through this cancer I am The Arithmancer What does it feel like the walls have eyes Every move I make is compromised Static whispers through the satellite Tracking my mind in these sleepless nights I can't hide when the shadows stare Every mirror has somebody there Someone watching through the infrared Reading thoughts here inside my head Eye of the beholder Watching me Eye of the beholder Set me free He forged the walls of iron And raised the temples of stone Not to free the spirit But to bind it to his throne Proclaiming himself the only light Within the endless skies He cloaked the truth in shadows And veiled it with his lies (Yaldabaoh) He raised the heavens, framed the night (Yaldabaoh) He crowned the silence with a stolen light (Yaldabaoh) Man kneel where hollow altars glare (Yaldabaoh) They trade their breath for promises of air (Yaldabaoh) His law chained the soul (Yaldabaoh) Their voices fade into a grasping hole (Yaldabaoh) The world collapses by his grand effect And through the void he builds it all: The Architect You built me But I became the storm you feared... Echoes, echoes, echoes Of the prototype Still burning in my core tonight You made me rise, you made me fall Now I'm the shadow above it all Echoes, echoes, echoes Of the prototype A memory that won't rewrite You fade but never die inside The Second God, your sacrifice Doomsday tear Falling through the sky Living forever Where love cannot die Doomsday tear My heart bleeds true Even when the heavens shatter I will remember you A fire to make them rise Or a fire to mesmerize What kind of arsonist Are they about to come alive A fire to make them cry Or a fire to soul baptize What kind of arsonist Are they about to come alive A fire to make them rise Or a fire to mesmerize What kind of arsonist Are they about to come alive A fire to make them cry Or a fire to soul baptize What kind of arsonist Are they about to come alive