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Transhuman hybrid
A biological test
Transhuman hybrid
A psychological mess
And miles down
Blueprints are found
Drawn by the hands of a cryonic corpse
Theorems in praxis attempting to access
A confidential human source

Monkey, seems your age has come
Mammal interface with silicon
The final phase for a skull-fucked drone
At least you’re not alone
In your Rotastak home

The shag, the twist, the passive resist
Monkey, amuse us with your futile flail
Go and bang a fist on your petri dish
But don’t forget when there are threats
They terminate experiments

Transhuman hybrid
A biological test
Transhuman hybrid
A psychological mess
And miles down
Your gut makes a sound
Signaling your only chance for escape
Follow orders that come from below
You know it might not be too late

A strategy of tension
Vents the pressure off
No need for intervention
So long as we’re just talk
The shank, the stick
A painful groin kick
But guard your anger monkey
‘Cause they plan to harvest it
They aim to contain and bleed us dry
‘Cause capital got no culture
So for now we’re kept alive

And I just want to be myself
This is not me
I just wanna be myself
But they stab you in the heart
Before they throw you on the shelf

So fuck you and your android army!
Fuck you and your android army.

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