I used to be a human being 'til I totaled the flesh
Blessed the gun metal grey
Lay organix to rest
Less then an actual man
of hurtin' absurd
The addition of electrical current
will close the curtain
Replace the A negative with 10-30 - weight -
Synthetic is less filling, tastes great
My cranial head plate contains gyros and diodes
Back of my neck, identifying bar code
Cold steel replaces skin and bone
Pacific timezone, metallic silver is the skin tone
My new home is a studio on Cybertron
My peeps are the Autobeat poets
Fuck the Whackacons
I got style that you ain't got
Take detergent, a gallon of gas and some hip-hop
Throw in some venomous feelings and pop
Light a match
(Wait a minute man, d-don't do that...)
Just watch!