Analysis of Real Synthetic Love

Outside of thought, inside a soul
I trod once more on this nylon of wisdom
As dogs hum contentedly where birds pee blindness
A heart created a part of bodies industrialized

Your sweet smoulder soothed my centre centrifuge
You're self-centred, sent her to smoulder in a suite
If not for electricity that fuels the realized rage
Bitterness from the lies the material's worth

Imperfect as you were made to be broken
If not today, then tomorrow
Until you find a stronger bond, you were made to be broken
If not today, then tomorrow
You are perfect in that way
Genuinely artificial