Body Hardware

You see the body as computer parts
Brain is processor and wires are guts
Cooler is hair, CD-rom is mouth
Eyes are the screen, hand is the mouse

Attach screwdriver to the skin
Untie the bolts that stick within
Blood-spill around like oil and lubrication
The scream of victim is noise of ventilation

Cut the body - remove unwanted parts
He looses conscience - overloading starts to shut power off
Give him water - reload and crash again
Growing colder - hardware is prepared to be sent to the center of service
Where your friend is working and it is for sure the morgue

Corpse goes to morgue

Office worker detached to the bone
Dry the limbs until the blood is gone
Lay the parts in order to be tested
Pack in bags so goods will not be festered

The box is done, to new one you resume
You sell the products to those who consume
They are the victims of virtual world
In this reality everybody's sold

Unpack the box, wonder what's inside
A fresh computer, a senseless device
A lonely body assembled to work
At the dinner to eat with the fork