I'm clicking away, impulse-driven signals to stretch my neural frame
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Much better today than the given digits with which my body came
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Still, I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make
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I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache
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Flesh is my essence, so ill-fated, in obsolescence and out-dated
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Natural selection has unblended all imperfection and transcended
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Raw, rubbery skin, micro-motors water my mouth and curl my toes
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There's no fat or thin, clothes, or odors dictating how my passion grows
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Technology guides gut reaction, cleavage and curve have lost their way
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Now nature decides this distraction by the bionics on display
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No more genetics to determine where my aesthetics can hold sermon
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Creeping secretion, each spark seeking, reaching completion, my limbs leaking
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Bursting to work it, each cell strangled, circuit by circuit, they hang tangled
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Crushed muscular load, spinal sever, withering while my programs run
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My binary code flows forever, zeroing in on everyone
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Still I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make
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I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache
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Cells Out
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| Bubblemath |
