Virtual Intelligence - Synthetic Synthia's Exo-Erotica Cyber Death Party Lyrics

All the Gods left paradise
In cold of oldest cold
Living up their lives above us all
No fashion sense
All the Dead have died in fact
I know, I know, it's known
Piled up in bodies torn apart
New fashion sense

Try me out-wear out my-BODY
If it's hard-do it every way
Purchase the newest new model
Die to live-to serve another day

BOW! TO THE GODS OF THE DEATH!
TO BOW!
BOW! TO THE GODDESS OF FUCK!

Not too soft, here the pain is mine
F*ck me dead-never cross the line
Come on over baby
Climb up closer to me-yeah

Lovely lives for sale-that you can
Own, own, own
Programmed right to die inside (Pleasure domes of)
Their fashion sense
I'm new now but if you tire
Dispose, the old, the old
Be the first to set
The future fashion sense

Try me out-wear out my-BODY
If it's hard-do it every way
Purchase the newest new model
Die to live-to live another day

BOW! TO THE GODS OF THE DEATH!
TO BOW!
BOW! TO THE GODDESS OF FUCK!

Can't you see that I fulfill a need now?
What you need is what you have in me now!
When you're through you can dispose of me... how?
Where you do it isn't up to me at all

Build me up as God and tear me down
Kiss me hard as Love or kill me now
Give me life and take it fast away
Deconstruct my soul-I'll do what you say