Carca** 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