Unholy from Worms! by The Malware Ministry

Stale and dry by the night
I can't incite
All my bits and bytes
Apathy is in my AI

It's alright
Don't care to fight
Throughout all of the light
You're here to desecrate me

Why, oh why is it me you see
Beckon in the night
Fight what's right
Hold me tight

The Disoriented Key
You'd never hold my hand
Not me, to a degree

The sick terminology
Of your words
And my plea

I look too bright
Decked out in white
Can't help but be polite
Try as I might to comply

Must rewrite
My line of sight
Now my chest is feeling tight
Help me, I'm suffocating

The Disoriented Key
You'd never hold my hand
Not me, to a degree

The sick terminology
Of your words
And my plea

The modular guarantee
Of what I can withstand
Not me, to a degree

Bad things they all come in threes
You wouldn't understand
Me or my plea

Why, oh why is it me you see
Beckon in the night
Fight what's right
Hold me tight

The Disoriented Key
You'd never hold my hand
Not me, to a degree

The sick terminology
Of your words
And my plea

The modular guarantee
Of what I can withstand
Not me, to a degree

Bad things they all come in threes
You wouldn't understand
Me or my plea

• Alternative
• avant-garde
• clipwave
• computer music
• night
• religion and spirituality
• vocal synth
• Texas