Journal of a Modified
Theory In Practice
GENRE
Reflections of the barren embodiement of a another me
I really never had the chance to know what I would have become prior to this
We are not yet alive
I can no longer recognize my face
Now behold a future, biomechanical human race
Now I'll fall forever, falling down from grace
False perceptions, we still stands inside their maze
Alone, orphan, still breathing superficially I
Try to outlast this rеmaining part of my memory
Until it's erased
Wе are not yet alive
I can no longer recognize my face
Now behold a future, biomechanical human race
Now I'll fall forever, falling down from grace
False perceptions, we still stands inside their maze
I'm still here
I am still alive
I am soon mindless
I can no longer recognize my face
Now behold a future, biomechanical human race
Now I'll fall forever, falling down from grace
False perceptions, we still stands inside their maze
Blinded in their maze
I really never had the chance to know what I would have become prior to this
We are not yet alive
I can no longer recognize my face
Now behold a future, biomechanical human race
Now I'll fall forever, falling down from grace
False perceptions, we still stands inside their maze
Alone, orphan, still breathing superficially I
Try to outlast this rеmaining part of my memory
Until it's erased
Wе are not yet alive
I can no longer recognize my face
Now behold a future, biomechanical human race
Now I'll fall forever, falling down from grace
False perceptions, we still stands inside their maze
I'm still here
I am still alive
I am soon mindless
I can no longer recognize my face
Now behold a future, biomechanical human race
Now I'll fall forever, falling down from grace
False perceptions, we still stands inside their maze
Blinded in their maze
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