Connected to the wires,
plugged in to the system
Artificial blood keeps the flesh
from rotting
Life that has exceeded its expiration
date: a soul without hope
Unatural Dark Side,
cybernetic sythesis
The host is imprinted with new memories,
the Trauma is wiped away and the clock is reset
The organism continues to exist as a shell
no longer an individual
A legion of horrors,
unleashed on the world
Without morality
without a soul
A body under command,
a vessel of destruction
To take mankind hostage
and infect them with the virus
By collecting their souls into vats
and cloning their bodies
Slowly humanity is replaced
by another type of race
Pulled by strings:
They have no choice but to serve
In Bondage to the wires,
hearing the voice of the Machine