Wicked Witch of the Web

buried myself in my underground lab
having cursed humankind, I explore the deep web
what is outside I don't look and don't care
I spend the years upgrading hardware

by the contact needle
I rule over bytes
deep in net illegal
through the haunted sites

no more simple mortal
I am half machine
they call it immoral
screaming it's a sin

ruling the world
from the depth of the basement
people are cold
so I work on replacement

inside the cable
dark corridor
net is unstable
I'm born to gamble
but there's unknown error

age no more matters
they start the witch hunt
changing the settings
was accident-pronе
that's my crime
somehow time
has been turned back to front

listen to my sermon
time to spread the curse
hell will be eternal
but just hell on earth

You all call me twisted
Evil on your minds
for I hear the whispers
from the other times

I will start the rite
epochs will unite
mix the neon light with the candlelight

chorus

tell me where is now your god
turning water into blood?
drowning I electrocute all my hangmen like bee stitch
all you use is out of square
welcome to your best nightmare
but you cannot execute the immortal world web witch

All as you predicted
screaming it's a sin!
I am just a victim
of the time machine

your judgement day is not that close
I have erased the date
your fallen angels are your foes
the demons you create
the demons that you excorcize
I gonna invocate
the iron gate
of CD ROM
I can't explain
where I come from
it is so plain
it is so hard
the goddess of hazard

in the torture chamber
we begin the show
ready to dismember
hangman holds the saw

but it stucks you fear the demon
harder than the stone
half of body is not even
made of flesh and bone


torture wheels are spinning fast
train for one way ticket
they repeat
there's no rest
only for the wicked

holy prophet of the murder
my computer gods are warmer
and they hide in every corner
waiting for my one command
raise the suns of torture wheels
your sandglass head over heels
running cold as your fake tears
and blood instead of sand

all of the scars are human origin
engines are nothing to be afraid
here is a birth of brand new religion
you do not know who will start the crusade

endless life is mortal sin
mark of darkness on the skin
meet your death from deep within
and upgrade the death cab
iron maiden, iron cross
rust instead of moss
let us tell who is the boss
wicked witch of the web!

crown of iron thorns
is now the dragon nest
skyscrapers meet cathedral spires
veins turn into wires
disappear as burn
but ghost now lives in iron chest
www for Wicked Witch of the West

your bonfire against short circuit
HDD for witches circle

where is your almighty father
punish me for sin
time has come there is no other
net but web I spin