…On the outside, everything appears to be exactly the same
They look just like you and me
Shrewdly selling their pseudo souls to forge their feigned fortune and fame
But don’t be fooled so easily…
Wires for veins
Computer chips for brains
Realistic, rebellious, romantic robots that rampage the world without a single care
Manufactured, mechanical, malicious mannequins that murder your deepest desires and dreams…then tragically transform them into terrifying nightmares
They scream silent sounds of surrender inside while to their most devoted followers and fans they pretend that everything is fine
They shed an ocean of oil as toxic tears pollute the planet while accepting their atrocious awards
Living this beautiful life of lies in luxury while floating on that oh so corrupted cloud nine
Hoping that no one ever discovers their satanic secret and pulls the cord
The contaminated crash test dummies of California continuously come full circle and in their craniums they crash their contemptible, crude cars
Only to simply put the disposable, perfect pieces back together again
Signing their numbers of a name on the dotted line to the Devil as black blood pours from their celebrity scars
The wretched time for wicked redemption is merely a matter of when
Bulletproof skin
Metal will always win
A never-ending android attack
The once red carpet is now blemished black
…On the outside, everything seems to be identical and fine
They’re a mirror’s reflection of you and me
Sinning with a smile as they tell us their blood is as red as wine
But appearance is often the exact opposite of reality…