Science
Leaves that burn under the sparks of crystal waters
Rotten by the ones with a goal that's not allowed
Human clones wander, carved-eyed spirits with no expression
Fed only with sterile aseptic mixtures
Empty looks that know nothing only mist in their eyes
Clonation, reproduction, genocide, suicide
Research, speculation, creation, destruction
Silent experiments and invisible clouds move like ancestral ghosts
Through the paths of men, followed by a synthetic aura
Their eyes stare where everything has the dimension of nothing, tear their flesh
Stick their syringes where live flows
Saw tissues to create their race of automa, their own destruction
Delirium of power, spawning from the ambition of eternity
Fed by science, manipulated by mindless brains
Operating like cold automa in the name of their own god
In the name of their own being.
Writer/s: Alberto Da Rech
