Pentium 64-(Raven Cry

Khmm… khmm… yo bro, wait!

First I roll my chain straight!

What rages inside — a sick beast insane,

breaks from the grave, raven wings in flame!

It takes form, the caw flies loud,

first drag, I hold it in — it rips your soul out!

Give me a chair, I sit at the screen,

flash hits me — damn, it’s an empty scene!

Where’s the modern style? Where’s the world?

All I see is barren — nothing but dirt!

Download this, then download that,

still illusion chains me, keeps me trapped!

I get and I don’t, no bench to sit,

my life’s a bugged-out map — no textures fit!

Drag here, drag there, among graves I stay,

scratching at walls — no exit my way!

This is the Matrix? Not perfect for me,

big suits in the chair got only money in their dreams

Never mind — money flows, never mind!

Who cares for the orphan if cash is your shrine?!

I got the cash — you got nothing,

tombstones carved in illusions keep on haunting!

Crawling from the grave — khmm, raven calls,

“Hooloo” — your money’s going nowhere at all!

Listen, create space, or you’ll lose what you’ve done,

better flash it bigger, bro, before it’s all gone!

’Cause the past is boring, repetition’s lame,

festivals always the same — same colors, same game!

Heeey bro, I rise from your tomb,

and the raven’s cry haunts while the world meets doom!