The cold steel of my hand feels the elecrtical impulses as they pass..
through and through they compel my hand to touch a world of glass
fragile it stands, ever weak, opposed to the steel of "new man"
We built ourselves out of nothing and evolved with the land
Yet we lost so much for progress, died in for the hope of immortality
faith based in science and knowledge lose our true humanity
blood, the crimson gateway to life, replaced with the blackest of golds
a hardrive and RAM replacing the ever sought after soul
Yet we sold what we couldn't know to be true, bartered our faith
leaving humanoid facades to eternally roam this hellish place
When man became machine I could no longer feel this "love"
nor the ecstacy of an orgasm, nor any "holy presence above"
I'm resigned to hollowness, deep, unforgiving, unrelenting
and I can't regret it, I'm empty inside, guiltless, unrepenting
All I may do is watch this earth crumble and change, from paradise to hell..
and remeber a time in which I could feel what life was oh so well..

took like 4 minutes

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