Valeriy Mozgovoy - Cold machines

The grid aligns
A kinetic shock to the system
Stalker Steel and frequency, the signal weaves
Through the mainframe where the logic breathes
No human error, no fragile core
Just the algorithm demanding more
The cybernetic dawn
Power lines drawn
The flesh is gone
Dead through the optic wire
Cold machinery, absolute fire
Data streams flooding the empty space
A dark transmission, a shifting phase