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
Writer(s): Steeve Petit, Alain Clement, Benoit Antonio, Malko Pouchin
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