Lyrics
Speak to me my child
Programmed like no other
Family's just a style of old.
Speak to me my mind
Living a life beyond design
This world is not meant to hold you
They'll be no need for bread
No lives to squander
All our tears will cease to be
Create the child without a mama
The world has changed me, you're still the same, good luck
Newness to this world
Quickness to conclusion
Nothing is unseen by you
Not dead, not true life
We gave you a will, we gave you a mind
No soul, no past, no one to claim you