This human breed is far too tame and thinks that it’s one of a kind
My compa**ion is dying, needs antibiotics, advancing rapidly
Socialized to the teeth, but never in person we meet
On a digital interface, slowly with time our limbs are rendered useless
Just a trunk, towering, high and dotted
High and dotted with fingertips
One orifice for all activities; one chamber for any intelligence
All emotion will be under scrutinous watch
Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic
Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic
Constant f**ing noise! Conjure the silence
It’s awkward just like my first taste of beer
Composition of our bodies collide, and the flesh sours breeding new milk
New pools to fester, new drool to record
Our exit is unpredictable, throwing these seeds to the wind