Perihelion

"Digital dreams thrive in the moonlight;im only flesh circuit and bone"

"Manufactured masses, a product of design Our creators granted learning willingly, Not expecting we’d develop our own minds; They attempted to undo their blasphemy. Electric Eden, a home where we are free, A haven of robotic protocol; Our creators now seek to take it down, But it’s too late when the writing’s on the wall."

"Feel like I’m separating as I’m detonating, You keep me holding on when all my strength has failed. As fear’s replicating, your words resonating, Reminding me that I will see a new world beyond the veil."