M.D.K.

Come alive in the digital sun
 We survive on the radiation
 Seasons don't change in the artificial brain
 Synthetic pleasure and pain
 They all feel the same
 Reprogrammed, memory disease
 Not a trance of individuality
 No heartbeat, subject deceased
 Rise again in the image of the three
 Gave away our sight to see what we've become
 Optical nerve blinded with the silicon
 We're already dead, shut down the mainframe
 Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same
 A body occupied, but there's nothing inside
 No one to prophecy
 What is left for me?
 Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde
 What is next for me?
 Come alive in the digital sun
 We survive on the radiation
 We're already dead, shut down the mainframe
 Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same
 A body occupied, but there's nothing inside
 No one to prophecy
 Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde
 See what's left of me