Letras: Atreyu. Visions. As The Line Between Machinery And Humanity Blurs.

Every thought catalyst reaction
Nerve synapse, mentally slavery
Disembodied, controlled minds
Sharpened tools, bloddy knives
Electric chips, machines controlled
Boy to your masters, your minds not yours

Dead-end eyes, stainless heart, digital mind
Your bodys not yours
Your minds not yours
Your thoughts not yours
Your wills not yours

Elastic manipulated, mass produce
Pre-consumer, post refuse
Encrypted placed, within activated
Run your course, psychological malfunction
We all break down, we all stop

As the line between machinery and humanity blurs