Positronic

Through a mental deficiency 
Our brains still think 
Between two medecines 
Our heads are still bleeding 

Soon our souls will be changed 
Into integrated circuits 
And our veins will be filled 
Some oil replace my blood 

We have to fill our memories 

Black,so black,our teeth will be 
And electronic eyes to see 
My fingers begin to creak 
We press the switch to awake 

We have to fill our memories