Signs of Life

I'm coded like the verse you read
'Cause I know when to stop and when to turn
I'm the written word
You can burn my
Ancient pages
But you'll never be able to burn
Out my mind, my body, and soul
Programmed long ago
Mind, body, and soul
Programmed long ago
My mind is a dancefloor
With shapes on a chessboard
Where the logic of love demands a sacrifice
And I'm destined
For rhythm in motion
A 4/4 drum
An oscillating pendulum
I'm a grand tourist
On an infinite scroll
Programmed long ago
Mind, body and soul
Programmed long ago
No one knows the first thing
About what it's like
To be wired in my skin
All they see are signs of life
No one knows the first thing
About what it's like
To be wired in my skin
Is there something real underneath
All that's been told to me of me?
I've got unlimited access to
Hyperreal versions of the past
Instantaneously
I'm a hybrid form
A ragbag that's nostalgically afloat
In predecessors' skin