Fixation On Plastics - The Red Chord

I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds

It is a film that is holding me together

A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time

Collodion stripped across my belly

Holding back the insides

The synthetic rise is holding us and our time

I am waiting for that moment

It is a film that holds me together

The synthetic rise is holding us and our time

We and our existence are becoming one with a new synthetic lifeform

It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do so

We have baited a trap, but the prey is ourselves

What will we do when it all comes crashing down?

A synthetic rise of creations that sure can kill

And you start to think that Matrix shit is going down

Isn’t it ironic our creations will outlast us?

A synthetic rise of creations that sure can kill

And you start to think that Matrix shit is going down

Synthetic rise, fake salvation a time will come

Remind yourself how to live again

Will come

Remind yourself how to live again

Will come

Remind yourself how to live again

Will come

Remind yourself how to live again

Will come

Remind yourself how to live again

Will come, will come

Remind yourself how to live again

Will come

Will come, will come, will come

Will come, will come, will come

Hey!

A realization of my fixation!