The Chosen & Virtual Diva (idon)

I have resurfaced...
From this cold dream,
Welcome...
To a Cyber trip
Inside my world
They will witness...
My superior technique
And they will see how
I traffic through the
Cyber networks
No Faults Reported In My System
Instead, I felt the presence
Of a burning substance
Victim of mutation
Song by song
And this pressure exploding my veins

I'm still alive
And with full certainty
That your data bank
Will have its memory full
No problem...
In perfect conditions
In comparison to all its systems
Only melted consoles remain
From the brute output of my voice when it loses control
Margin of perfection and mathematical equations
The lost link they talk about in anetica

I am the chosen..
They want me...
And I give them nothing...
Set me free...
And I'll show you if you're it...
Man and machine idon...
Uhhhhhh!
Idon....

I am an exclusive design...
In bio-mechanical fabrication
Special in music...
Advanced in lyrics...
Immune to criticism...
Impact in tactics...
The best example
In perfection in practice...
The suspension point
Between illusion and relative
The benefit of bionics
In a live specimen
I am a toxic potion
Of that chemical formula
That will raise your chronic addiction
To music...

I am the chosen..
They want me...
And I give them nothing...
Set me free...
And I'll show you if you're it...
Man and machine idon...
Uhhhhhh!
Idon.... virtual diva

D D D!
D O!
Diesel!
Icon!
She is that dream I had while awake,
A faint memory of what I feel.
A shake, at my exits,
The peak of a kiss in a suicidal leap.
Her captive energy captivates my sensors
As she can't be controlled when she dances ignited.
She has that spark inside that burns transistors,
Lives from an ellipsis that ignites her engines.
She went out to dance at the club,
A virtual diva.
Check out how she moves.
Uhh Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
Check out how she steals you with her tactics,
I suffocate with the battery of her technique.
Her model lives with a plastic waist,
With the movements of the bionic woman.
She's On Fire!
She's ignited
With high blood burning,
Today she doesn't want to see the light of day,
She didn't bring a witch, tonight she's lost.
I'm a hitman, I'm her type heating up,
While her frequency is feeling.
Her bodily fluid is being exported,
Robotic on the dance floor, she's shining.
She went out to dance at the club,
A virtual diva.
Check out how she moves.
Uhh Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
Check out how she steals you with her tactics,
I suffocate with the battery of her technique.
Her model lives with a plastic waist,
With the movements of the bionic woman.
Check out how she steals you with her tactics,
I suffocate with the battery of her technique.
Her model lives with a plastic waist,
With the movements of the bionic woman.
Diesel!
Uhh! Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
She is that dream I had while awake,
A faint memory of what I feel.
A shake, at my exits,
The peak of a kiss in a suicidal leap.
Her captive energy captivates my sensors
As she can't be controlled when she dances ignited.
She has that spark inside that burns transistors,
Lives from an ellipsis that ignites her engines.
She went out to dance at the club,
A virtual diva.
Check out how she moves. (Simple!)
Uhh Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
Check out how she moves.
D D D D O!
Diesel!
Simple!
We're Working Above Your Expectations!
That's What It's About!
Some Light Years Ahead Of All Of You!
I Will Always Live There!
Don't Look at My Galaxy.