A transparent coffin descends to the grave
Yet you are not dead, only body decayed
With surgical methods and engineering bits
We've achieved the impossible,
You're still human, even though you don't have a shell
Inside a metal machine your free mind dwells
You're a robot, machine with a perfect sense
Have to wait a bit longer,
But then see
Ascend,
Commence
The casket is closed and the past is irrelevant
So is your body and it's limited time span
How do I know what is real, what is a fiction?
How do I know If I'm me if I'm not?
The wicked age of sapient machinery
Millions of living dead underground
Only by facing the fears you'll uncover the truth
We bury a body,
Synthetic now means everybody
The future holds no answers to any of your questions

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