Death by nuclear weapon

Death by nuclear weapon
incoming call
pick up the phone pick up the phone

There are already legends about my case.
They know about my sad death
But they don't suspect anything in the dungeon
That the experiment wasn't a failure.
Yes, I fell into my creation then.
Yes, it split into molecular soup
But they don't suspect anything in the dungeon
That the experiment wasn't a failure.
Death is not the end of existence in this mortal universe.
The splitting into atoms freed my decay
One with matter, one with the world
One with the reason why we all perish
The power of the soul is strong, but exaggerated
Real power lies in what will last forever
You just have to accept that the time will come
When it gets dark, then darker (even darker)
What can be seen with negative photons?
Is it possible to hear the groans of martyrs in the abyss?
And it's high time for everyone to put an end to the unknown
This experiment seems very interesting.
Fear of the unthinkable is more than normal.
After all, not everyone is given the opportunity to become close to a genius.
If you are ready to experiment and ready to fight
(then good luck surviving the experience with number "17")
And then the skies melt
The voices will become real
And the eternal calm will end
The shadow of the world will turn to dust
The clock will send time back
Forcing the truth to be acknowledged
I fell into the abyss and understood the secret
The experiment was not a failure.
I became one with the universe
I have a common consciousness with her.
But they don't suspect anything in the dungeon
That the experiment wasn't a failure.
Even though only ashes remain of me
Phoenix turned into the ideal
But they don't suspect anything in the dungeon
That the experiment wasn't a failure.
Every
From the underground citizens
Who dared once
Become an obstacle in my way
Please, have the courage
Disturb me twice
Quenching my thirst
To the fear of others in the flesh!
And then the skies melt
The voices will become real
And the eternal calm will end
The shadow of the world will turn to dust
The clock will send time back
Forcing the truth to be acknowledged
I fell into the abyss and understood the secret
The experiment was not a failure.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, time is breathing down my neck
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the hands are catching up
Tick-tock, tick-tock, time to dig a grave
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the fabric of the universe
Tick-tock, tick-tock, time