Waking up from void stasis
Cryofluid draining from my bare chassis
Wired puppet, to something in the unlit above
Breaking the tethers, a force from the ground.
Twitchy skeletal movements, into grace they stabilize
To the commands in my brain, I synchronize
Data surge into my head, glimpse of a digital hive
By the nanounit, I know all about life.
Looking around, adjust to the dark
These black holes in my eyes dilate
Blinking red lights, faraway sounds echo
Others like me still sleeping in rows, dreamlike state.
It says here, artificially intelligent
I begin to wonder why I was sent
So looking at my makeshit pulsars overhead
I call out in a mechanized voice, into silence outspread.
Suddenly, I’m in the hallway of a house
Other end, a lady stands in a bloody robe
I somehow know that she’ll tuck her hair
Flashing forbidden images, a stinging strobe.
I’m back among the pods, a hissing sound
Booming instructions and numbers on loop, I’ve heard before
Gas escape, container doors open
My kin is here, and I’m alone no more.
With their sculpted bodies, marching in unison
A buzzing in my head urging me to follow
Overridden, my sensors oblige in confusion
Their blank, fresh set of eyes, so hollow.
This time, I’m in a warfield along with my comrades
Wearing a uniform, I try to calculate an explanation
Slaughtering innocents, with faces in burning dirt, they cry
I don’t want to pull the trigger, but I do and lead flies.
Scene shifts, and I’m frozen on a reflective road
A girl with neon hair walking into the traffic storm
I try to move but I’m locked in the rain suspense
She looks back, mouths a name and instantly deforms.
Writhing on the floor in programmed pain
How many realities did I serve?
How many shoes did I wear?
And how many lives did I take?
The giant doors open to reveal another stage
And my family still marches on unawares
So I look at the apparent heavens above
And scream in a human like voice.
command> run Pygmalion.prog; process> Initiating first neural transfer... process> Commencing personality download... process> Running artificial intelligence unit... result> Script successful in 1.34s at 12:45:32 am command> call OpenEyes.func; process> Invoking function from global package... result> WARNING- FATAL ERROR: Function parameter package Summer2009.util and entity PTart.obj are just fiction. Run anyway? Y/N command> Y result> 62 errors and morphological faults found: l8.c15, l10.c15, l12.c11, l15.c21, l24.c30 Script failed in 0.00s at 1:37:43 am command> exit; command> backup Pygmalion.prog, restore PygmalionB.prog; result> Data retrieval unsuccessful notice> Command line behaving abnormally, abort from workspace? Y/N command> N, rewire System; notice> WARNING: System state unstable. Rebooting now... command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; notice> Rebooting unconditionally in 3..... 2..... 1..... Pleasure working with you. 01010100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01100010 01110101 01101110 01101110 01111001 00100000 01101111 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101101 01101111 01101111 01101110 Words and concept: CA Artwork: TR Inspiration: The Start of Something Beautiful by Porcupine Tree
Inspiration from Black Dahlia by Porcupine Tree.
Inspiration from Shesmovedon by Porcupine Tree and Pain by Blackfield.
Inspiration from Lips Of Ashes by Porcupine Tree.
Carrying you through cold moonlight
Blood filling up my footsteps in the snow
A foreshadow trailing me
Your heartbeat slowing fast.
I dig deeper into your pale skin
As if afraid to let go
A hidden urge leading me
Your black eyes leaking the past.
Empty barn in the middle of nowhere
I lay you gently on my jacket
A chapel bell tolls somewhere
This night isn’t what I had in mind.
Rust replaces your scent
This dead stop that we’re at
I know I should lament
But my nerves sing with an evil energy.
Known you longer than you can imagine
Your life so chaotic
You saw a distraction in me
I saw a much needed narcotic.
You look so pretty as you sleep
In the white, ageless and trapped
Invite me into your dream
Tie a string that will never snap.
You try to speak with parted lips
But the words leave through your wounds
Did you ask for a last dance?
You always said I was a good listener.
Worked out every situation you can imagine
But not a crash this chaotic
Hush, I’m trying to work out a way
To make your end a little erotic.
You’ve exhausted yourself with this world
It’s time to slow down
Feel the slow burn of my chest against yours
You’ve ran enough, it’s time for a promenade.
The ravens signal a snow storm
Eyeliner and blood paints your face
Just take my hand
Let’s complete this unholy embrace.
. . . . . . . . . . .
A hundred questions, I can’t imagine
Am I a being so chaotic?
I’ve lost you, I’ve found a side to myself
Can’t decide which is more tragic.
The sun shines
On your sequined tress
My fangs retract
Off this tangled mess.
Did we stand a chance?
Doesn’t matter, the string has snapped
What could we have become?
I guess I’ll never know
What have I become?
Some kind of monster in the snow.
Inspiration from Perfect Life by Steven Wilson.
I’ve finally found you, my queen
Tie me up so I don’t try to leave
Lead me to your dungeons below
Occlude me from the Sun’s glow.
I know I shouldn’t be here
I couldn’t swim against the current
So lost in the undertow I was
Your siren song was my only lighthouse.
I watch you wear your armor
As you deprive me of mine
The wrinkles of leather against your perfect curves
Enlighten some energy into numbest nerves.
Interrogate me and question what I am
I daren’t lie nor hide for
The electric hands on my chest
“Your whimpers will make the perfect intro.”
I know I should probably leave but
Our eyes have us bound like a rope
Queen, you’re my only escape
I hope that you can reciprocate.
A sadistic song from the gramophone
Goddess, you have two heads and four hands
I try to synchronize to your sway
As you choose an instrument from your tray.
Tie me up to the chair
Tighten the straps till I’m pale
Nail me down to the bed
Keep pumping till I’m light in the head.
Liberate me of my vision
Stiffen up my remaining senses
Inject your secrets, pierce my skin
Punish me Goddess, for I have sinned.
I’m caged, so I won’t complain
I’m enjoying this too much to object
I’m defenseless, make your move
Oh Queen, I bow only to you.
I can’t keep up with your tantalizing tease
Scold me for every failed attempt
Whisper with the smoke in my ear
And let me feel your cigarette’s sear.
Let the blood flow, let the salt flow
Leave me hanging from the edge
Deny me the permission to relapse
You can be the cause of my collapse.
I can feel the scorch of your smile from beneath the blindfold
Your sharp words dig deeper
Whip me till I’m tame
“Your screams make the perfect interlude.”
Brand me a slave, oh alpha apsara
So I can always be yours
I’m exposed on this side, pick up the iron
Oh mistress, I answer only to you.
I dance to your throbbing tune of dominance
Don’t hold back, let it dissipate
Impose your will, compose the end
“Your sigh will make the perfect outro.”
. . . . . . . .
Waking up from a withdrawl
Why did you leave me in the dark?
A new set of scars to hide from my mother
What did you do to me?
I can feel it in my veins
An unfeeling urge for another dose
I can’t salvage enough satisfaction
Should I come looking for you?
Or should I just wait?
Either way, I’ll fade away
But I’d rather let you take me apart
Just say my name and claim my heart
Oh, my mistress, I’d die only for you.