Lyrics:
Scientist sing:
Flash: I can't believe it's happening
I just want to stay the way that I am.
I don't want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr
Plastic
(Plastic)
Tufts of artificial hair
Who'd ever think they could replace the love
(Love)
Humans used to share?
(Humans used to, humans used to)
of my mouth
I'm kissing you goodbye
I see you've finally made it home
You been out all night
Your artificial hair's a mess
And your clothes don't fit you
the Fredricks' catalog.
From rags to wishes in my dreams I could have it all.
I'm just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair.
Don't be fooled by
golden hair
And from that day on she always wore it there
Never blooms never grows artificial rose
As time went out I got to know her well grew to love her
At this idea with the same self
Awareness we project onto postmodernism?
Does the prefix 'post' suggest
A mastery of what
Comes before? An integration
Innovation
Compelling us into
Recreating genesis
Integration
Converting them into
Self replicating demigods
Unplug
Or become immortal
Divinity
Artificial death in the West East
Pyramids on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck breathe
She shoot pussy through your chest you die
There was
the mind in this dream like matrix,
Free your mind and let the upgrade begin,
Next thing you know you’re an artificial human.
Artificial
Human being
Can’t
A merging of man and machine
Creating a new species
Artificial biology
Integrate technology
Becoming more than ourselves
A formation of cells and alloys
split-black ribbons to our overcoats
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like
will be eugenetically designed
And conceived in vitro.
I belong to a brand new species
I am an artificial man
What about my heart…
I shave my hair
artificial
Running my fingers through your hair holding onto this an affair
Closing the door without a sound how could I be lead over there
Aha I'm taking
led speculation
Fedlocks waddlin' feast archaic faces frenzy
Ceramic fists, artificial deceased
In cysts, rancid buds burst
Dank drum and dung dust
While you cake a fake
smile upon your face
Superficial image
Take the modes of
Artificial existence
I move emotion
Integration of the cyclone
It injured
Centrifuge of black hole's radius
Artificial constructs of civilization mocking creation
Inner sanctum of galactic rotation
Integration in the abysmal abode
artificial organisms
transferring binary code information
missed out exnovations
inventions turn into damnation
development in early stages
before
speckled
Speckled speculation
Fedlocks waddlin' feast
Archaic faces frenzy
Ceramic fists, artificial deceased
In cysts, rancid buds burst
Dank drum
I don't know ya
Hold your hair
Throw up
Reciting my favorite line
As the world spins
I never ever (never ever)
Wanna drink again
I won't lie
Can't wait
Log in late
Got a hot date with new framerate
She ain't real
I don't care
Perfect curves and long black hair
She's real enough for me
Said "I've been to the Opry and I'm goin' back again"
We met the owner in a little office there
And a big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told
Said, "I've been to the Opry and I'm going back again"
We met the owner in a little office there
And a big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told
stubs
They totally turn me on
I wanna fuck those lovely amps
Heckles Acrotomophilia Don
You better take it off
That artificial limb
And sing with
Long tediously drawn hair,
artificial lighting glares,
No wasted time in making art.
you came from my mind.
you came from my mind.
you came from my
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