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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