Serum dripping into my Network of anatomy
I am born fusion of science and magic
The clock does not stop
Hours drone by in segments of silence and volume

The masses stare back
Chaos is a ghost that haunts us
Son we will take back control
Soon we will fix what the new world order has destroyed

We have one mind
Many voices heed our call
Hear our warning

Waves are emitted
Controlling the masses
Subdue the sheep
Infiltrate and divide

Regulation sequence
And the world is back to normal
We were forgotten
Systems down
Used for scrap
Used for conversation
Used for experimentation

We are cast aside
A mere antique from the “order wars”
Nothing but dust collectors
And now brought back from the dead
A new tomorrow waits