The Androids

We? Starring empty with no mind
Helpless Turing's tests behind
Compared to you we are blind.
Turning death into convention
From past idols God is born
Giving up his blood and scorn

"Power over weakness, the weakness comes to power"
The world has its fortune renewed by every hour.
Only man makes a fetish or a symbol from each pebble
Dubbing "good" and "beauty" any vision of hope or fear
While the thoughts are hanging feeble
Shackled by virtual chains of cheer.

What is biology? A great combination
Of unexisting things. A sad and twisted life
That disappears more than it reproduces.
What is computer theory? A pale angel
Playing with icons and synthesized voices
Strong ventilated air, cooling reason.

Farewell dear visionaries always on alert
Who used to think the ocean waves are singing
And who created our world from a world of dirt.
We're patching the sky with new stars binging
For every foul or genius that whispered or shouted
"The Memory is us".