Testo di Cells Out

I'm clicking away, impulse-driven signals to stretch my neural frame Much better today than the given digits with which my body came Still, I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache Flesh is my essence, so ill-fated, in obsolescence and out-dated Natural selection has unblended all imperfection and transcended Raw, rubbery skin, micro-motors water my mouth and curl my toes There's no fat or thin, clothes, or odors dictating how my passion grows Technology guides gut reaction, cleavage and curve have lost their way Now nature decides this distraction by the bionics on display No more genetics to determine where my aesthetics can hold sermon Creeping secretion, each spark seeking, reaching completion, my limbs leaking Bursting to work it, each cell strangled, circuit by circuit, they hang tangled Crushed muscular load, spinal sever, withering while my programs run My binary code flows forever, zeroing in on everyone Still I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache