Dyskonnect

Come alive in the digital sun 
  We survive on the radiation 
  Seasons don't change in the artificial brain 
  Synthetic pleasure and pain 
  They all feel the same 

  Reprogrammed, memory disease 
  Not a trance of individuality 
  No heartbeat, subject deceased 
  Rise again in the image of the three 

  Gave away our sight to see what we've become 
  Optical nerve blinded with the silicon 
  We're already dead, shut down the mainframe 
  Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same 

  A body occupied, but there's nothing inside 
  No one to prophecy 
  What is left for me? 
  Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde 
  What is next for me? 

  Come alive in the digital sun 
  We survive on the radiation 
  We're already dead, shut down the mainframe 
  Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same 

  A body occupied, but there's nothing inside 
  No one to prophecy 
  Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde 
  See what's left of me