My Illusions Are My Own - Andy Winter, John Haughm

Connected to wires

Wound up like a string

Controlled by an artificial force of life

Bits and bytes in my veins

No need for individual thinking

Project control a mighty success

The need for human life grows thinner every day

We are near obsolete in this age of defiance

All that’s been said has been said before

Nothing new under the sun anymore

Listen to the raindrops fall and let them wash away

Chaotic images take over our logic

Judgment has fallen

A just dose of methodical failure

Reminded of the day everything began

How the turn of events were short lived lies

Deception is the trade of the sinner

Living a life of illusions of the mind