Tha Birth Of Human, Tha Position Of One Single Movement..
Like We're Created By Machinery And Were Now All Queuing..
For Tha Outcome Of Whats Going To Happen When Were Living..
A Breath Of Fresh Air As We Control What Is Really Vivid..
Within Our Job Specification Which Is Also Known As Life..
Androids Invented To Be Tha Globes Field Animation Device..
Everyone Has Their Own Definite Errand's To Be Performed..
Careers Have Already Been Chosen, No-one Can Be Reforemed..
Mechanical Minds With Working Gears And Gyrating Cogs..
Premonition Perception Always Fictacious Like Beneath Fog..
Thoughts Are Sole, Experience Equals Hours After Arrival..
Denial Is Only Ever Designed If We As People Decide To..
Tha Path Is Towards Objectives, Tha One That We All Walk..
Stroll, Strut, Hike Or Trudge Untill Tha Imminent Fork..
Multiply Possibilites Then Exist, But Nobody Even Cares..
Tha One Transaction That Takes Place Is What We All Share..
Conceptions As A Unique, And Alike In Every Possible Way..
A Long Road To Glory, But My Car Breaks Down Every Day..
Seems Like Were Monitored Every Second By A So Called Fate..
We Are All On Tha Thin Ice, As Tha Whole Universe Skates..
All Abstractions Create Are Obstacles For Us To Fall Over..
Everyone Hurdles In Their Own Mood, Some Ill, Some Sober..
Nocturnal Pursuit During Tha Light Hours Must Be Blasphemy..
Sleep, Eat And Talk But Only If Theres Anything Left In Me..
Resemblances Described As Though Seen In A Previous Time..
But Us Robots See DeJaVu While Waiting In Vertical Lines..
As We're Back Receiving Our Destiny From Tha Higher Power..
Goals Are Left In Tha Doorway For At Least Another Hour..
We Tha Mortal Emcees, We're Molded In Tha Augmented Manner..
Riding For Tha Identical Ambitions In A Symbolical Wagon..
Tha Process Of Spanners And Hammers, All Just Metaphorical..
But Tha Technique Is Tha Means Of Tha Genesis Anatomical..
We Are All Governed By Tha Pieties, We All Step Like Clones..
Accomplish Nothing, We Can Perish And Be Reborn, Tha Drones..