YA demon! YA prorok! YA ten'!
YA d'yavol, sozdavshiy svoy ad. Chelovechestvo - eto vsego lish' mishen',
Momental'no rastvorit'sya nash vzglyad. My sozdali virus 12-ti obez'yan Epidemiyey storli vsekh lyudey My, kak pustynya osushili okean! Gordynya - eto nash glavnyy zlodey. My sami zhe sebe sozdayom smert'. Pytayemsya uluchshit' tekhnologii!
Tak zhestoko igrayet s nami vremya
V vek utopichnoy trilogii. I nachnotsya okkupatsiya intellektom,
My pochuvstvuyem smert' ot sozdannykh mashin.

My budem dlya nikh mishen'yu i ob"yektom, my budem, kak primitivnyy toksin.
Puskay vso budet chornym tsvetom,
Pust' t'ma razrezhet pustotu
O! Vechnym, bessmertnym letom YA tikho razdelyayu tishinu.
My prilipli k bol'shim ekranam,
Kak marionetki tekhnologichnogo veka! My, kak zombi, i nam vso malo, Pytayemsya sozdat' sverkhcheloveka.

Vo t'me, gde tishina umirayet,

Tam d'yavol so smert'yu p'yot. I telo pepel'nyy tsvet obretayet,
Ved' demon vo mne ne umrot. No mysli stali nashi tshcheslavny,
I solntse voskhodit v pasmurnyy den' My, kak ozverevshiye obez'yany ishchem v proshlom chelovecheskuyu ten'.