Necro Tech Songtext
von Buzzard

Here comes the future. You know what′s next
The dark age of necro tech
Microchips in a dying brain
Electrify and rearrange

Genetic tools revive the dead
To float in space or dream in bed
Without a care in the world
No woman, man, boy, or girl

Biodegrades or disappears
Grins last a billion years
Tombs turn into labs
Cadavers sit up on their slabs

Circuit boards in their skulls
Decapitated kings evolve
Cybernetic chromosomes
Control a walking pile of bones

So alone


Newborn babies get put down
To be uploaded to the cloud
Where they enjoy their mother's kiss
In virtual eternal bliss

The crime of suicide gets worse
For every death must be reversed
Chained to their immortal coil
Poets locked in prison toil

So alone

Prometheus was analog
Necro tech′s the computer god
Reanimating DNA
Until a godless Judgment Day

When finally the sun explodes
Trillions of terabytes of data load
To cosmic rays and fill the void
With simulated joy

So alone