Your wounds are yawning To gloom preceptless emptiness Of my imaginary unreal cyberspace Torsos of dehumanized Personal matrixes Eagerly I collect, hunt and erase I am the shadow of your digital "me" Reversed image of your virtual core My consciousness fills every byte Of your binary soma And disintegrates you In that cyber gore I am a tormentor and ketch Of your digitalized souls Virtua bleed... Your valueless binary blood Shall flow I am your God... There's no mercy and regrets For your miserable "me" Virtua bleed... I am an inexorable messenger Of your pain and pa**ing Thirsty for your blood... I shall never stop until you breathe You are my hunting game Therefore you will virtually bleed