He is the first one to be Where someone was before Where life is a lie and humanity is no more No more than an illusion No more than an aspect
Suffering from a pain that doesn't really hurt But causes damages to his fulfilments Theft of feeling by the corner of an eye A lobotomy gets its part of impeachements
Computerized animation of existence A life engulfed under a synthetical brain The pain of an electronic pestilence Burning microbes running into corporate veins
Somebody stole all of his emotions There are no laughs, no tears, no sleep Fading and fading, he never asks questions The needle has gone too deep
Don't ask him the goal of his life He will never know Don't ask him the goal of his life He's a robot
Prey of mad science, lobotomized Transformed into a zombie, inhumanized
Vision brings the memory Of a life under a human form Memory brings the vision Of a present that is not conformed
See what you've done to that man See what you've done
He does remember the sorrow, the joy But doesn't feel them anymore Because the anger of being a toy For sure would be filling his core
He is the first one to be Where someone was before Living in the present by a body of the past Once it was his own But it is not anymore That body is alive but its life didn't last