The dark shading approaches

Do not ask me how I came to this port        
I'm lost for decades in the network        
Besides its apparent crust        
of  trendy respectable pastime        
Besides Twitter, Facebook, G+        
I slipped in his soaked intestines        
made of organ trafficking        
weapons, drugs and terrorism        
I fuck the big brother, I know how        
I'll go over... Beyond the Community Manager        
C++, Java, Oracle, Unix, Windows, firewals
are just meaningless names to me
I've created my programs
to break their digitalized ass        
no fucking D-Base could resist
Just tell me where, and I'll get in
Me and my virtual dildos are ready,
with the cock hard to fuck the sockets
the empty sockets of their skulls        
        
Never mind the false sweetened messages,
advertisements for lonely hearts or porn sites
I drag in the sewage, in the true essence,
the darker realities of the network
I have a good cause,
or should I say a good excuse:        
I look for crappy, which swell the pockets        
with the money of human weakness        
I only wish to destroy them all        
and all their systems        
My favorites are the pedophiles, why deny it        
but the new mafia, give me a pleasure to spin        
I desire with passion their ass too.        
I follow their coded messages,        
I feel their presence on the stream        
I recognize their aura hidden        
behind false profiles and corporates        
reputable Off shore banking and tax havens        
they are all guilty you know?        
I hate them and need them        
I'm rotting soul, lost in a quest with them.        
I am the stronger, getting into their heads        
There are so many motherfuckers around        
had the great idea to connect to each other        
They will find me in the bottom of the tubes        
I fell them take decisions        
to make their moves in the cloud        
Internet is the black hole that swallows        
the thought and all our will        
the globalization backbone        
where all revolves around money        
This is my hell, my addition, my punishment        
I'm the maniac hunter of a sub-aquatic club.        
        
I switch on my computer        
my heartbeat accelerates        
watching the modem flashing lights        
take a deep breath, cold sweat until        
the counter goes to zero straight        
press the return and everything disappears        
I'm back meandring in the web maze        
there is nothing else, only my hatred and adrenalin        
I do not even remember what happens        
between a connection and the other        
Everything just fades        
reduced to satisfy the most basic needs:        
feed me, defecate, sleep a bit        
sometimes I wish a real woman,        
when I'm sick of the virtual flesh        
in that case I know where to look        
for the profile that coincides        
to satisfy my desire to outburst        
Just another hot gush to forget        
is enough for me a shred of work        
that allows me to return        
in the only place where I could exist        
In front of a monitor, running hands on keyboard        
Warning Annibal the Cannibal is back        
And there are others like me around        
We will cancel your systems        
the dark shading approaches.