Futuristic - Mind Affect

I can’t believe the things I’ve seen

Trash everywhere you know I can’t breathe

They keep poking me until I bleed

Do you think that one day we’ll be free?

The decades have past, who am I to be?

I don’t have my arms

I don’t have my feet, I don’t need to feel

I don’t need to live

This is all I have

Creating a world in my head

Plain white, grey sky during the day

I am getting weaker

An old species has run dry

And this where I figure it out

The decades have past, who am I to b?

I don’t have my arms

I don’t have my feet I don’t need to feel

I don’t need to live

This is all I hav