Mess Age - Generation of Unfleshed

Naked brains exsposition
In straight meet-coloured row
Volunteers for hibernation
Are waking up in their promised life
Thoughts flow through frozen neurons
Iceplatinum scaffolding to selfconsciousness
This careful aseptic construction for the highest biosensor
The first thing you can remember
Is striking dreary chilliness

"temperature reduction near to blood freezing point"

Change of specific heat
Enabled to omit flesh as a mordant offal
Now you're the eternal observer
In new physical incarnation
The only thing you need is unceasing idea
Electric impuls and chilly neuromediator
Between your near-frozen synaps
Is a dreamt key to everlasting being

But never have you been told
That your thoughts could be known to your companions
Personal untouched feelings
Transmitted to surrounding space
Mental masturbation among this sensing audience
The acces can't be denied 'cause it's yours propulsion
For new sequence of thoughts

Limited number of molecules means limited information
This bits can be arranged in a plenty ways
But conversion of information
Still gives constant number of thoughts
You're made to forget a burden of previous feelings
If want to have the new one

Overloaded capacity, memory limited
Stimulation, latency, in cyclic repeats
Living the past many times
With the same thoughts as before
Looped limited immortality
It's your dreamt irreversible prison…