Synthetic Snow - Inactive Messiah

You see it getting down

You feel it makes you high

You taste it, it is fine

But now you feel f*cked up

Illusional lights shine

And multiply again

Delusional sounds belt

In your ears again

White walls, plastic pipes

Green masks, cyber eyes

Fleshless world now is around you

So cold aura now surrounds you

Distorted virtual objects everywhere

Synthetic snow

So much pressure

And despair all over

This weird sense

Of insanity

Alone in the void

Everything is hostile

Lancinating sights

Full of humanity

It’s burning within my soul