Flesh Design

Your heart is shallow In the land of automation Your thoughts are narrow In the age of replication Another year Another gear Another spear A new disgrace Another fear Another tear Another Fuhrer A brand new grave Understanding Is surviving Evil money Is meant to tame The AIs are Just disguises Rampant towers We can blame The taste is sour You don’t exist for you We all exist to agree That’s the sad truth My dear You try to close your eyes But you just can’t resist That’s the hell’s allure To thee Another year Another gear Another spear A new disgrace Another fear Another tear Another Fuhrer A brand new grave Understanding Is surviving Evil money Is meant to tame The AIs are Just disguises Rampant towers We can blame The taste is sour You don’t exist for you We all exist to agree That’s the sad truth My dear You try to close your eyes But you just can’t resist That’s the hell’s allure To thee Silicon and flesh All will turn into ash Abide by my design And sprawl