Synthesis Distortion walks thick through human heads Building fake and farfetched aspirations We create our own purposes And disease our imaginations. Every day we look Through simulated eyes Distinct markings on our graves Standing under projected skies. We are designed Designed to hide And through my acrylic veins Runs suicide. Well sit quite comfortably And pretend to breathe Whilst your synthetic face Haunts my synthetic memories. -Emile
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