Drive my life, reanimated, brought back again My dimensions stay, absorbing the eternal light Zero flow of fluids, respiratory terminus Artificial resurrection, no sense in efficiency The Palace! I see the wasteful slack, guttural rich Pleasing, guilty, misconceptual technology All inevitably taken into autonomy Mutrophagation from presence to sight Forms that collapse in time will heal Replenish first the unconsciousness Only to be awakened by the perennial senses To see what's at stake, to be reborn Fall! Eons perforate my neck, cyanide My intentions bind to a soulless range of message In both instances I cease to exist As my former self, synthetically reborn The Palace!
