This human breed is far too tame and thinks that it's one of a kind My compassion is dying, needs antibiotics, advancing rapidly Socialized to the teeth, but never in person we meet On a digital interface, slowly with time our limbs are rendered useless Just a trunk, towering, high and dotted High and dotted with fingertips One orifice for all activities; one chamber for any intelligence All emotion will be under scrutinous watch Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic Constant fucking noise! Conjure the silence It's awkward just like my first taste of beer Composition of our bodies collide, and the flesh sours breeding new milk New pools to fester, new drool to record Our exit is unpredictable, throwing these seeds to the wind