Synthetic کے بول

Carcass of synthetic corpse No longer part of the human blood Drained from my flesh, my skin is the shell Serving me the machine Stage of transmission My heart disconnected I can not see, I can not feel anymore Victim of the modern world Victim of the modern world Victim of a synthetic progress, Epidemic of the modern world Suffocation, strangulation, as my body leaps, Extraction, dislodging, my soul is leaving me Operation, production, they are abusing me Implantation, transmutation, I am a biomechanoid Give me the strength to run away Give the capacity to make my way Give me the force to respond Give me the might I haven't found Drained from my flesh, my skin is the shell Serving me the machine