Parise

Parise - After The Burial

Consign myself away

I've built myself with molten steel

My skeletal hands are wired and worn

I'm becoming a compound I push and pull

Electric currents replace blood cells

Eccentric circuits my soul connects

Spheric and strong

I no longer break down I cannot rest

My eyes illuminate against the glass

Abstaining focal shifts to palindrome lines

Mimic expression translucent model of progression

I look out escape is granted free myself

No

Unresponsive a mechanic I work inline

Scanning faces I learn the nothingness inside

A binary heartbeat

A digital visionary

Escape is granted

And in this moment I free myself

As each memory fades

In the emptiness I free myself

Your hand reaches out

I am reaching back

Your hand reaches out

I am reaching back