Beauty From The Deep

Wake up confused, everything is blurred
I’m like a prisoner suspended by chains
Only left my head and my chest
They weld the cables and mechanical organs
Of a body that are lubricated by a thin layer of grease
My new metal body has new legs, new arms

Steel skin covering a transhuman heart
Shoot of adrenaline, charge battery
I feel the power running through my body

I’m a machine; I hardly have something organic
The worker never matter in the scraps iron town
I’m a machine; I hardly have something organic
But I feel the beauty from the deep

We are legions, mechanical legions
Ready to fight in this automatic world
Silicon grease for vacuum valves
Resistant to water as well
Ordinary deposits of dirt and grease
Can be removed with detergent and water
But the sins of the soul never disappear

It’s so cold in this room!
A voice whispers my death
This is the end if I don’t agree to be a pawn!
But they will give me a new body
A second chance to find you, and I will find you
I will find you!