H.T.M.L. (Heavenly Territories Might Lie)

Something's strange in the web tonight
Encoded paradise in a sinner disguise
In absurd routine I'm his prey
With my torn hands tied to the display
The crystal plumage on their backs
I suddenly understand it's only a fake
The more I walk with my key
The more the 404 appears

Cable strangler, feeble joke
Our death's design is out of control

Slit my screen, wrist of god
Pixelsplatter, in scarlet clad

Heavenly territories might lie

The last supper is cooling now
I feel the 33 A.D. bug
Mech-disciples programmed his plains
The server saviour without frames
And then this holy java script
Initialise when they're all fall asleep
Short circuit benedict the legs
Of Kazaarus, he walks again

Cable strangler, feeble joke
Our death's design is out of control

Forbidden applet, I taste the fruit
In the thurible reboot my ruin

Heavenly territories might lie

Cable strangler, feeble joke
Our death's design is out of control

Cable strangler, feeble joke
Christian watersports in my rom

Heavenly territories might lie
H.T.M.L.