Brain in preservation canister
heart is surrounded by electrafluid
lungs are full of synthetic oxygen
Is this the dawn of the cymeks?

Now their dreams are as lucid as their realities
But what is real and what is not?
A shadow is as clear as a close-range palm
extra-internal sensors see all but don’t cause any harm

Now they can finally hear the alligators growling
distant hemisphere wolves howling and mice scowling
Turn them off for a while whenever the wife’s nagging
the child is crying, the beggar is lying or conscience sighing

Now they can choose what to taste and what to feel
those onions are so sweet, no waste if any meal is a treat
A skunk is all of a sudden a cute pet they used to hate
A drunk doesn’t smell that funny, the flies in his beard don’t drive you irate

Now fire burns no more, might as well sit on the stove
no need to fear rats, snakes, wasps or sundae cones
It’s cool in the desert, no problem bathing in ice
the choices they have to make

Now Carol compliments Liza on her lovely new eyes
those brand-new cylinders and that new liver with thrice the liquor tolerance
let us go out for a drink, these balance stabilisers won’t let us flounder
let us go out and give these silver brains some new thoughts to ponder

What would Nietzsche say now?
Did he foresee this final bow?
The curtain’s about to fall swinging down
the executionees smile, they’ve forgotten how to frown

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