Manipulative Delusion

Probed to feel, to feel real
Probed to feel, to feel nothing

Dermal coated calligraphy, etching out an identity
Ripple after crinkle, lines making distinction, connected to perception, allowing to feel
Specification, an intricate design, an intricate design
Is it specification or is it... SHIT?!
Underneath three layers lies wires

Swirling in, curving out, tangling all around
Intertwining and connecting to a memory chip
Artillery that was once useful now has zero significance
A virus is soaring through the matrices
Glitches in the programming, the system is out of order
The Machine has planned it's self destruction...
Probed to feel real...
I am probed to feel absolutely nothing...

Control the thought, alter the thought and delete the thought of existence...
A fragile mind to a complex thought spawns a world of agoraphobia...
Awaken the nightmares and leak them into reality

Consider the shadows we tend to ignore
Trap them into a vice to off-set equilibrium
A virus is soaring through the matrices
Artillery that was once useful now has zero significance
Dermal coated calligraphy, etching out an identity
Ripple after crinkle, lines making distinction
Connected to perception, allowing to feel nothing