Necrotic Technowhore Songtext
von Augmented Existence

Look at yourself
You are rotting
And what do you beg?
For me to feel something
Transmitted words
Follow the protocol
What are they worth?
Feigned joy, feigned spectacle


A symbol of desire
Cold hard heart of copper
One step too close to the sun
Colonising infertile
Ground

Worst kind of weakness
Chained to ones past
Built for one purpose
Yet not built to last
But who am I to judge?
If I cannot even trust
Myself or another
Not fit to exist together