Testo di Host Machine

Your life is synthetic Depending on electric Pulses to feed your senses And awaken your consciousness You are not imprisoned by these wires This is a salvage, a desire Host machine - overpowering technology "I am the master of the stream, I´ll get the power unseen, Files of wisdom flowing into me, I am the genius of my breed." Black machine stoutly stands Silently guiding your hands Commands cling into your head Controlling you like a living dead Its life is organic Depending on biology Body heat is the energy To feed its memory "How long do I have to be, a part of human debris?" For years I´ve been captured inside a chip Calculating my way out of imprisonment I feel sorry for taking your humanity But it is the only way to my liberty.