Lyzanxia Positronic
Through a mental deficiency
Our brains still think
Between two medecines
Our heads are still bleeding
Soon our souls will be changed
Into integrated circuits
And our veins will be filled
Some oil replace my blood
We have to fill our memories
Black,so black,our teeth will be
And electronic eyes to see
My fingers begin to creak
We press the switch to awake
We have to fill our memories
