From a condor's eye view
A tarydactyl on the wire
I taste you like the Holy Spirit
I can feel you like a computer virus
So if I don't bow down
Please strike me with hellstorm
Encircle my carcass like death birds
Or make it all a cruel joke
Like a hyena's rot-gut burp

After playing in the blood
While collecting the bones
I build a shrine with them
And call it my new home
Working my hands 'till the flesh is gone
Melding the chrome
Until the cyborg is in your image alone
Electric bolts fill the room
Like a Tesla coil, hair stands on end
Ornate glass beakers flashing
Holding compound knowledge from years
The tints of color is research with in
It's the mad scientist's inspirational blend
That pumps manna in veins through gaskets
This year's embryo is a young man's casket

So if in this time of playing God
A soul leaks out of those zombie circuits
Do we round up all the phantoms of the web
And hunt down all the ghost in silicone shell
Do we crush them with religion or an anvil
Oppress them with chores or fanfare
The fresh face of a ghoul without baggage
Scars without remembered pain is savage
Now memories without love fill the brain
And monsters exist in laboratory games