Synthetic

Carcass of synthetic corpse
No longer part of the human blood
Drained from my flesh, my skin is the shell
Serving me the machine

Stage of transmission
My heart disconnected
I can not see, I can not feel anymore
Victim of the modern world
Victim of the modern world
Victim of a synthetic progress,
Epidemic of the modern world

Suffocation, strangulation, as my body leaps,
Extraction, dislodging, my soul is leaving me
Operation, production, they are abusing me
Implantation, transmutation, I am a biomechanoid

Give me the strength to run away
Give the capacity to make my way
Give me the force to respond
Give me the might I haven't found

Drained from my flesh, my skin is the shell
Serving me the machine