DiSSenT

The countdown accelerates
To a time of great heights
Souls on Afterburners
Screeching through the night

The Dryness, the Heat,
The Radiation, upbeat
The Sea of grey Concrete
Symmetrical, Not neat.

Hardwired to Existence
And falling ThrOugh A Void
We're dYing to end up
minus Human plus Android

Background Extinction rate
Ain't no Fish to bait.
Got my i-pod, but can't wait
For the windmill to rotate.

So I Liftoff and leave
Goin places in my head
when Suddenly it strikes
that my six string ain't dead