Your destructive instinct took over with grafts. you want more of it. More and more. But you have no control anymore. You're unsatisfied. A damn broke machine eternally under construction! Who will you backstab next time? Shit, you can't do anything but betray. On the first occasion, people can forget your loyalty. Who will you catch in the web of your cyber psychosis? Who were you once? The music plays, but the lights are low. One light is enough. Just one.