The human race is dying
Bodies needed to multiply
Souls stored in refridgerators
To use in recycled dead bodies

I walk into the mortuary of technology
In search for the perfect body
Human recycling
Is no future
It will be taken
Advantage of like everything else
Insane beings will be easy
To create

I walk into the mortuary of technology
In search for the perfect body
Think about the future before it too late