I am being stripped from the damp, soft earth.
I remember I stayed in the moss and grass with my friends.
The smell of nature was still gathering me yesterday.
But at this moment, I can never return to them.
I am gradually being stripped from the damp, soft earth.
I am hearing metal casing, mechanical axle
There's no soil beneath my feet
instead wind-eroded minerals and pale sandstone.
The cold metal is now everywhere around me
I could hear the rusty wind blowing
Strangling my deteriorated body.
My muscles and skeleton are changing under such sharp pain.
Then, I woke up in a fragmented dream
I come to a world of mist
Surrounded by cold machinery
Disassembling, assembling, and dissolving sounds are surrounding me,
as if they are dissecting my body.
Pumping out, infusing, extracting.
Bringing together a new me
Swaying, blinding, clamoring.
I'm living in a world that burns quietly.
The feeling of suffocation is overwhelming me.
Piercing, fragmenting and splitting
What is flowing and rushing through my body
is completely unknown blood, swallowing the original soul.
Misery is going with me everywhere.
I am being assembled a new life out of the pain.
I hear a roar from miles away, from my gentle peers.
I remember the grip of my roots on the earth.
And the strength of blood flowing through my body.
That used to define my life.
The voices of my peers are surrounding me from miles around.
Deformed organs invade the soft tissues in our bodies, disconnected from the land.