Prosthetics

Out from the gore I am now perfect I will refrain From what I once knew Cover my body With your creation For if I may lose control I'll forget who I am Born on gore Check it out I've got a bone to pick with you Who would've known we'd be alone? Just me and you She said since you're so soul sick Take a bite of mine You're a sick soul And you're so divine Pure, continuum Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to die Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to die Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to die Sooner or later, I'm gonna try Sooner or later, you're gonna have to put me down Sooner or later, you're gonna have to put me down Sooner or later, you're gonna have to put me down Sooner or later, you're gonna try Sooner or later, you're gonna have to put me down Sooner or later, you're gonna have to put me down Sooner or later, you're gonna have to put me down Sooner or later You're gonna try You're gonna try You're gonna try I've been getting by By the skin of my teeth Then I become cold These anchors Shackled to my feet Into you In too deep Dystopia Young machine The great thing about the ancient alien theory is the fact That we can compare modern achievements with stories from our ancient past And so if today we're able to create a two-headed dog with 6 legs Is it possible a similar creature existed thousands of years ago? And I say yes You take me down Man, I'm just too young to die Man, I'm just too young to die Man, I'm just too young to die Man, you know that I'm Just too young to die You know that I'm just a perfect machine. Ya hear me? You know that I'm just a perfect machine. Ya hear me? You know that I'm just a perfect machine. Ya hear me? And this is exactly what you wanted Out from the gore I am now perfect I will refrain from what I once knew Cover your world with my creation I must now lose control To become who I am Born of gore