Waking up, blinding light strapped to the table Room full of machines, and surgical cable
Smell of electricity and rotting flesh Beyond the door voices closing in you try to thresh
Wire up your nerves Connect to the global mind Lose all individuality Enslave your kind
The doors swung open and my captors step in Horrors of flesh and steel Mutilated kin
No anesthesia My body cut open Cortex removed Limbs totally broken
Insert the microchip Flood head with distortion Replace the heart with a pump Prevent the exhaustion
Perfect servants we need To feed the hungry machine Lesser lives matter little when we make the profits obscene
Open my eyes, realize It was all a dream I get up and ready for my job in the new factoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
