it's hard being a cyborg

i see and hear things others don't call me on my antony

i can feel your fear and zeros and ones from here

stop sending out that signal

i can feel it in my antennae

the globular arrangement of my cortical

neuroprosthetic needs

time to discombobulate you from my system

separate the strands of code

so i can make music again

so please stop calling me on my antennae

the ringing it hurts my brain

embedded with copper coins and silver strings

you couldn't possibly understand

the complexity of feeling

amidst all these reeling zeros and ones

the color of music so bright to my augmented eyes

pheromones hit my senses and send alarms off in my mind

and all of a sudden this body is not mine

all of a sudden this body is not mine

being a cyborg isn't easy

being a half breed

isn't fair

being alone with every sound doesn't make a wave

i feel your tension so goddamn easy

being a shy boy he doesn't

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