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