Her body shattered
Thousands and more gears recompose
Her new flesh
More and more perfect

Less and less human scared
Her black mirror obsessed me
Her fnord commands me
Pull the plug, disconnect the connection

All the emotions are gone
Only fear remains
Waitin' detoxication
I feel like a driver stuck in traffic

Waiting for the final destination
Waiting for death I'm totally addicted
I'd like to defend myself
For the siege of the machine

The touch of her cold flesh
Onjects in me hallucinations
She controls me with her frequencies
This is a slave-existance

We are all puppets of the black mirror
Isn't it horrible?