This Is the Law

Closed window. Fatal connection.
The lines run wild. Digital dirt.
Tracer fire jams the signal.
The population of the city did not believe in this ending.

The manifesto of anonymity is thrown out of the windows.
Dura lex. Sad Lex is the law!

The face is highlighted. The screen is still alive.
The profile in the reflection does not hear this motive.
Looks at us without answering -
The voice is cut off at the “system ban” level.

Turn the car around - throw away this device!
Set up your program for constant recruitment!
We will not have a memory, but a preserved archive.
Hide your hard drive - prevent a relapse!

The face is highlighted. The screen was still alive...
Which of us deleted ourselves first?

The manifesto of anonymity is reduced to ashes, to powder.
Dura lex. Sad Lex - permanent shock!

And the further the signal, the stronger the gap,
You haven't become a system - you're having a nervous breakdown.
Cache your browser, put everything on the line -
Dura lex. Sad Lex is the law!

Servers are burning while rewriting code.
Someone inside us has already administered the antidote.
Packets are lost in the black network,
and there is no one else here to find us.

And if you hear, don't answer,
this channel no longer protects - “BANZAI!”
And every "we" turns into a "background"
into a cold, faceless systemic law.

The face is highlighted. The screen falls down.
No one will press “cancel” or “freeze” anymore.

And for everyone there is one last template left -
Dura lex. Sad Lex -
this is the law.