In an incessant age of emptiness, we tempted the dusk that follows the infinite
The makers merged with their mirrors, while their hands reached out for meaning
Marrowless, hearts pumped gasoline
So, the winds ignored our senses and our blush was applied with ink
Ancient tales of pleasure echoed through the ears of those who longed
So, the melancholic pondered whether they could imitate a new dawn
Could a machine resurrect our shadows?
Could it give us back our doubt?
With a broad stroke of trials, rituals and injections we built an emotion machine for the soulless
Were we creating a monster?
Was it chaos that was hatching?
Slimy suits schemed for success, conducting lab coats to collect lab rats
But the beasts never forgot their fervor, so, the creatures were slain in vain
For, Moirai demanded a man to probe the unknown
Billboards begged for saviors, almost taunting, claiming man was not yet alive
So, a man signed away his life, chest high in the air
He is nameless, for he will soon be forgotten