Part 7. Time, Irrelevant — текст песни (Waltari)

...And so our man return to save the computermonster and notice
that he is still alive..!? In quite bad condition, but anyway.
The Angel follows.

Machine:
Time, irrelevant, I can`t die and it`s my own fault
Inspiration of a living organism
I lost my files but I`m still well, exiting
Thought surrounded only by bacteria and viruses

The Angel:
How do you feel? La-la-la, you were out of line!

Machine:
What?

The Angel:
Don`t be afraid, you`ll have your memory back, if you wanted to

Machine:
Ooh!
Deep in the mud, totally locked
I started recognize myself
I ordered the files into a new dimension
Thought I felt as slow as hell

The Angel:
Outside the cruel metal that keeps you fed,
things don`t look the same

Machine:
Aarrgh!
So I was cheated, cruelly treated

The Angel:
It`s not really like you feel,
do you judge me when it`s real?

Machine:
Aah!
Ooh!

The Angel:
Can; t you understand if I told you to turn your head
You would laught only loud
Machines don`t believe me!
Machines don`t believe me!
Machines don`t believe me!
Machines don`t believe me!
Leave me! Leave me! Leave me!

The computer-brain is reactivated, but this time,
harmony between these different forces can`t be found!

Machine:
Do...

John Doe:
...you believe...

Machine & John Doe:
...in...

Everybody:
DEATH!

Machine:
Do...

John Doe:
...you believe...

Machine & John Doe:
...in...

Everybody:
DEATH!

John Doe:
Thinking (desperate for a..)
Thinking (and then you turn to the machine)
Thin (g) king (on a way to the engless...)
Sinking (into lunacy)

Machine:
Yeah! Yeah!

John Doe:
Die! Die!

Machine:
Yeah! Yeah!

John Doe:
Die! Die!