Deeper into the Mud

Part 3. Deeper Into The Mud Deeper into the mud... led by the angel. John Doe is looking around, delighted and frankly begins to the insane. The computer-brain can't find such a "feeling" in it's data banks and become alarmed... Machine: Outside the breathing space Like a bunch of metal pushed into my vein John Doe: Hasta la vista, oh la-la negras putas, mochos cojones! It's so beautyful here... Machine: Vegetation, out of my files Weird like death, like rusty metal The Angel: How do you feel? Laa-la-la... you're out of line! Machine + Choir: Death? Death? Machine: (Hey!)How it's a crime to walk down here This is not our property, somebody's changing us The Angel: No, no, no! It's not true! Here we are all free, free from your sins! Machine: Sure it's all safe? Reminds me of an overload Surrounded by chaos I'm just a hunter's prey The Angel: Benedictus esto inter peccatores, dominius tecum! John Doe manages to escape from the circle of the computer-brain, the body impregnated with despair is slowly getting of its chronic depression. The Angel watching from aside with a contented smile. The computer-brain is starting to feel reduction of electric charge in itself. Machine: I can't find my memory I'm short of breath, I only feel! Files are messed up, hi-tech gone Wanna get back, this is not fun! I escape, I am scared I'll be lost anyway Comfortable? It's too hot I am afraid of what is not Who do you smile, don't like it Feel to much, I feel sorrow I should stay pale behind my monitor, LET ME GO! The computer-brain runs away trying to escape... John is somewhere else. Revelling deep pleasure. Machine: American dream You made youself spoiled I've been livin' in a dream too long They forced me to pay, but now, here, today Choir: YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! Machine: Is this way right or wrong? Should I go... right or left? It's too hot, faith no more I feel wet, I will die!