The Man Of The Future Lyrics

Chris Korda The Man Of The Future

I belong to the master race
Of genetically superior beings
Who engineer themselves
For technical perfection
I choose to engineer myself
I'm a work in progress
Please pardon my appearance
It's only information

We conform
To the needs of technology
All phenomena
Will be explained
We don't need bodies
Only information
The man of the future
Is an engineered product

Work
Hygiene
Nutrition
Exercise
Those who cannot adapt
Must be destroyed
It's regrettable
It's a technical necessity