Host Machine

Your life is synthetic

Depending on electric

Pulses to feed your senses

And awaken your consciousness

You are not imprisoned by these wires

This is a salvage a desire

I am the master of the stream

I'll get the power unseen

Files of wisdom flowing into me

I am the genius of my breed

Black machine stoutly stands

Silently guiding your hands

Commands cling into your head

Controlling you like a living dead

It's life is organic

Depending on biology

Body heat is the energy

To feed it's memory

How long do I have to be

A part of human debris

For years I've been captured inside a chip

Calculating my way out of imprisonment

I feel sorry for taking your humanity

But it is the only way to my liberty