T3chn0ph0b1a - H.T.M.L. (Heavenly Territories Might Lie) lyrics

Something's strange in the web tonight Encoded paradise in a sinner disguise In absurd routine I'm his prey With my torn hands tied to the display The crystal plumage on their backs I suddenly understand it's only a fake The more I walk with my key The more the 404 appears Cable strangler, feeble joke Our d**h's design is out of control Slit my screen, wrist of god Pixelsplatter, in scarlet clad Heavenly territories might lie The last supper is cooling now I feel the 33 D.C. bug Mech-disciples programmed his plains The server saviour without frames And then this holy java script Initialise when they're all fall asleep Short circuit benedict the legs Of Kazaarus, he walks again Cable strangler, feeble joke Our d**h's design is out of control Forbidden apple, I taste the fruit In the thurible reboot my ruin Heavenly territories might lie Cable strangler, feeble joke Our d**h's design is out of control Cable strangler, feeble joke Christian watersports in my rom Heavenly territories might lie H.T.M.L