Digital Nymphet

Glass wire cuts the silence into pieces,
Your avatar dances in the void.
In the matrix we search for surrogates of passion,
But you burn on this frequency.
You are an algorithm, but with a taste of sin,
An artificial, yet sweet whisper into the net.
Your smile is the blade of a poem,
With which it's sweet to fly into the abyss.

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Digital nymphet, an illusion of current,
You rule me from the pixelated shadow.
Cruel goddess of virtual vice,
Erase my mind, rewrite the code.


There is no blood in the net, only a naked impulse,
But you bite right at the neuron.
Your voice is synthesized, heavy,
For me, it is both music and a moan.
I forget names and faces,
Leaving gigabytes of emptiness.
In my net you continue to be dreamed,
As the standard of insane beauty.

Припев
Digital nymphet, an illusion of current,
You rule me from the pixelated shadow.
Cruel goddess of virtual vice,
Erase my mind, rewrite the code.




Synchronization is finished, goodbye.
The screen went dark, but you are inside me.
My virtual, my insane paradise,
Child of artificial, icy fire.

Припев
Digital nymphet, an illusion of current,
You rule me from the pixelated shadow.
Cruel goddess of virtual vice,
Erase my mind, rewrite the code.



Just data. Just the glare of the display.
But I am addicted. Turn it off. Leave it.
You look from the monitor, never aging...
You are my invention. You are my reality.