Parise -After The Burial
Consign myself away
I've built myself with molten steel
My skeletal hands are wired and worn
I'm becoming a compound I push and pull
Electric currents replace blood cells
Eccentric circuits my soul connects
Spheric and strong
I no longer break down I cannot rest
My eyes illuminate against the glass
Abstaining focal shifts to palindrome lines
Mimic expression translucent model of progression
I look out escape is granted free myself
No
Unresponsive a mechanic I work inline
Scanning faces I learn the nothingness inside
A binary heartbeat
A digital visionary
Escape is granted
And in this moment I free myself
As each memory fades
In the emptiness I free myself
Your hand reaches out
I am reaching back
Your hand reaches out
I am reaching back