Optical mounted interface Binary induction Bionic blood, augmented flesh Halfhearted machine now Living in black and white Curse my human heart For this flawed inherent faith In mankind
All I want Is air that doesn’t Carry the scent Of steel, flesh, and fire
Piercing the clouds These circles of light Remind me that color Exists in ones life Curse my Human heart For this flawed inherent faith In mankind
I will see What world lies beneath me Decide on my own Flesh or machine I will see what world lies beneath me Holding on to a fading dream Of a world that may be the just city Holding on to a fading a dream That this world may be Just may be the just city
