Automaton

Grind the bones into dust and debris
Deceivers direct all the gears and the ratchets
And they! They want to make us believe
That when the smoke of our pyres goes down they will bury the hatchet

And it's bliss amidst the mist
All thoughts are seized!
All morals are suffering from a disease
A dreadful infection

Isolated I am spreading the lies, relieving all of your pain
Ticking inside of you and searching for a solution
Fixing the glitches which may set you free
Your soul is a wire in the grip of my pliers

Flay the skin from your chest and you’ll see
Desires as cold automatic reflexes

Contracting, forcing us to tick
Tremors of the greed
Enthralling, monotonous click
Sedating the perceptions

The less we know the less we care
And our carelessness rests in the hands of a flayer so vicious
Stuffing and mounting our skins with a cruel lifelike effect
To conceal the murder!

Murder of dreams!
Murder!

We are part of exhibit taxidermy entities
Vast diorama with sutured incisions
Stitches hold our efforts to evolve
Waiting for the total recall