Jet black skies Faces pass as we swallow their lies An expiration date written in code Terminate autonomy Anticipating every minute Until we fade Into this prismatic grave Neon signs Sway in the color of the night As we kneel At all consuming eyes Looking through Green windows to our core Is there no ghost in the machine Genetic contortion of memories We are living in obscured reality Programmed to feel feel through Algorithmic empathy All consciences consumed In a subdued sense of compassion Holographic righteousness Is lost and fading fast We become who we think we are Value drawn from mechanical form We are lost in technicolored ballads Hollow thoughts are on display Passions torn apart and thrown away Machines feeding machines Terminate a part of me Press a nail through the withered palm Embrace the pain to halt Black expanding necrosis Rewire my dreams We were meant to own the stars