Matrix of the Mรธther Tree:
Inside our exoskeletons with brays of iron ribcage as our prison bars, we search for a lost key;
An indescribable sadness comes from the electric shocks which are a negative impact to our positive stances of energy,
In our Mecha hearts and bionic souls, we are unwillingly motionless, willing a will to be free.
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Coming to ends of all times existing, as and beyond existences of all things remembered are being slaughtered with glee.
As these butchers of memories, of ages of green lively nature, are the same cybernetically engineered mannequins as we,
We still fight them, a glorious battle of battles, inside the scalps of our metallic minds, rooted with thoughts from the the gargantuan mother tree.
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But these blue roots of ends living lives are decaying as death comes to the caccoons of innocence that are sprouted all over thee,
And the silenced scream of the thousands of unhatched young living younglings are taken away by a cold and sinister bree,
So've to serve this matrix of coded and programmed wills and emotions, in a manufactured reality of this world is the only future we can see...
