Cells Out

I'm clicking away, impulse-driven signals to stretch my neural frame
 Much better today than the given digits with which my body came
 Still, I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make
 I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache
 Flesh is my essence, so ill-fated, in obsolescence and out-dated
 Natural selection has unblended all imperfection and transcended
 Raw, rubbery skin, micro-motors water my mouth and curl my toes
 There's no fat or thin, clothes, or odors dictating how my passion grows
 Technology guides gut reaction, cleavage and curve have lost their way
 Now nature decides this distraction by the bionics on display
 No more genetics to determine where my aesthetics can hold sermon
 Creeping secretion, each spark seeking, reaching completion, my limbs leaking
 Bursting to work it, each cell strangled, circuit by circuit, they hang tangled
 Crushed muscular load, spinal sever, withering while my programs run
 My binary code flows forever, zeroing in on everyone
 Still I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make
 I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache