Testo Existential Dread, Six Hours' Time

Nexus-6 Replicants aligned
Existential dread, six hours’ time
Preconscious insect, red glowing eyes

I gladly would’ve let you fall
Wouldn’t drag my conscience down at all
Halfway integrated circuits
Paltry as we are
Are we never gonna be the same?

From what the rest of us could tell
Dad tried his best but finally fell
Apart at just my age