Born into a sea of megabits, we now define a datatronicnsymbiosis for the new times to come: new, perfect machinesnof pain, next step to human slavery, plasticity and effective controlnfor laborious mass who turn the screw, obedientnnWe are here to light the way, the ministry of your decaynDisrupting all compromise, you will follow the linennWe are the seed of neural damage, deficient technologynnTool of cynism and cruelty, a disease to inflict you severe injuriesnwe are made to constrain, to regulate current entries, to distordednperception of reality, so we delete the useless norm and recomposed the truthnto preserve your inept piece of mindnnWe are here to light the way, the ministry of your decaynDisrupting all compromise, you will follow the linennA pure halo of cold lies, we are breeding inside your mindnas puppet’s strings, we govern, immune and deaf to moralitynA surge to cure dissidence, we bring patterns of salvationnrecreate the truth, immoralized: a strong pressure of authoritynnconnected to all, re-wired to every brain facilitiesnthe strain of security will lead your steps into this world