automate the mind
vaccinate the heart
automate your soul
surrender self control
to analog impulse
bask in the pestilence
caress the disease
invite the malignancy
bathe in your dependancy
of your all consuming immediacy
we recoil
we recoil
don't like the touch
hate how it makes us feel
we coil
we coil
lurking to strike
against venomous appeals
emotionless and mechanical in nature
we list to our sides as we refine these features
we've incorporated your cancer
wallowing in sepsis
just this (there is no)
justice (rotting at the core)
just this (there is no)
justice
it's just
it's just
we are septic
we recoil
we recoil
don't like the touch
hate how it makes us feel
we coil
we coil
lurking to strike
with necrotic zeal
preconditioned impluse
hate your touch
programmed revolt
need... to... de... construct...
Having had blood sepsis last
Having had blood sepsis last month, I found this to be a most interesting use of the disease as a metaphor.
Starward