She wakes up when it's dark, as has become customary.
The night gives her a more complicit air.
She detests the emptiness of the noises of reality (Aurora dreams)
but with high volume she can survive (Aurora dreams)
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip.
She dreams of a scalpel friend who would make her
something out of the ordinary.
A few ice creams everyday could nourish her.
She does not believe in love, therein is very simple.
What's the name of this will to live (Aurora dreams)
that in her body she needs to expand? (Aurora dreams)
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip,
bionic eyes, more adrenaline,
sensors and neural cybernetics.
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip,
chromed lips, serial memories,
emotions and a new sexual system.
No more eating, no more sleeping
No more eating, no more sleeping
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip.
She dreams of a scalpel friend who would make her
something out of the ordinary.
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip,
bionic eyes, more adrenaline,
sensors and neural cybernetics.
The same faces that hurt her everyday,
the same reciting voices judging her.
She lays her ear on the glass and hears the sea,
but not the sound of the music that she likes.
The loneliness she wear is more normal
than prudent, wise and hysterical morals.
Aurora dreams and in her dreams she knows how to find
without fear an exclusive happiness.
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip.
She dreams of a scalpel friend who would make her
something out of the ordinary.
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip,
bionic eyes, more adrenaline,
sensors and neural cybernetics.
She dreams of a synthetic meat,
new attributes and an emotional microchip,
chromed lips, serial memories,
emotions and a new sexual system.
She dreams of a synthetic meat.