Fixation On Plastics - The Red Chord

A realization 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 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 s**t is going down Isn't it ironic our creations will outlast us Synthetic Rise fake salvation a time will come It is no longer an opinion a time will come Remind yourself how to live again
Hey A realization of my fixation