Shell of Lead

Mark of the technomancer
Pride of the neurodancer
Replacing your heart
With some lifeless part
When you close your eyes
It serves you lovely lies
No need for your mind
In this soulless grind

Seeking wisdom in a polimeric net
Removed mortal flesh, replaced it with lead

It seems we're perfect
At least it's what they said
We are shiny, strong but we all seem dead

Is there a way?
Can we run away?
Can we adjust ourselves to face another day?
Is there hope?
Aside from a hanging rope?
A good resolution?
Maybe, absolution?

I felt wind on my face
Warmth of the sun
Cold of the rain

I found myself in this shell of lead!
I reject those lies!
Abandoned this thread
I refuse to take part in this psychopatic game!
Fools rule the world!
But I'm not the same!

I felt wind on my face
Warmth of the sun
Cold of the rain



Credits
Writer(s): Michał Kosyk
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