Dada? She’s mine. Dada. And I’m hers. Dada. Up. More. Dada? We were scum, trash, refuse that didn’t fit into the system. Until someone had the bright idea, of recycling us to serve science. Dada? The odds are not in our favor, but when my work is accomplished, when perfection is achieved… Then what? Fly away? Dada? I know I look like a witch. I think you’re foxy and you know it. This mission can turn our shame into some type of glory. Dada. I can’t do this
flyin around no more. Da. You lied to us. And you knew it. The sensation, moving backwards, even though we’re moving forwards, getting further from
what’s getting nearer. Da da! There is nothing to fear, everything’s gonna be fine. Are you sick? Dada. You realize nothing is ever gonna grow inside us. Grow.
Da! Break the laws of nature, and you’ll pay for it.