The Post-Trap Era

Let's gut this intricate system
Hooked up to a petroleum drip
A new right hand, motions and everything
I suppose I can get used to this phantom limb
Now I have a frontal cortex implant
Leon I Am, Leon is Am
Bloodstream wired just below the wrist
No carpal tunnel
Sensor pegs move the corner of my mouth
Morph the buds of an aluminum tongue
I compose with the shock of a synapse
Now I'm not just with the program, now I'm in it

I usher in the Post Trap Era
With touch sensitive pads (the Post Trap Era)
Fretting the fingerprints (the Post Trap Era)
Like I have eight limbs (the Post Trap Era)
I conduct the Difficult Instruments
Cables plugged right into my back
Melody bleeding its way up my spinal tap
By a sole thought process
I have some trusty Chiptuners
An electrical being named Elux(pronounced like "Alex")
Rev is a quadramanus
And what's left is my lobes
Hack in some euphoria
Some cognitive disruption
Nothing like contemporaries
I control the decibels

This machine is several hundred degrees

(Auto crooning ensues)

AML is alive and well
AML is alive and well
AML is alive and well
AML is alive and well
AML is alive and well



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Gruhn
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