Lyrics Graveyard of Lightless Planets - Artificial Brain

Graveyard of Lightless Planets

The data of your ghost is under the dust
A third hand moment, a transfer of lusts
It’s slept for so long, I’ve felt something missing
A haywire drive, a burning, an itching
This scrap, it shouldn’t have happened
A glitch, a digital fog
A trap, a pest, a reaction
It functions like a drug
«To gaze the greying, decayed figureless aching is to fade away
If framed in place, it will stay»
Butcher job circuitry surgery
Eyelids like curtains clinging from static absorbed
Instinct or imprint, rusted intellect in its prime
Blunt instrument, unsupressed power of the mind
By its fingers, in its eyes
By its neckline, in its thighs
Almost human, subtle difference
Static shattered, missing pieces
Building unpaved mindscapes, overgrown, obtuse, out of time
Neglected, abandoned, awkward invention without a spine
Not created at all, evolved through design
Building golems, betraying your kind
«What makes an invention if the invention was destined to be made?»
«Ticking infinity»
(Things you see, gestate, evolve
Into mutated memory cells)