The Machine

I'm ten floors up looking at the city,
Looking down on a world obsessed with feeling pretty,
Don't know much but what I do know is,
No one has time to stop and smell the roses,
We've got clocks in our eyes and got nothing to say,
Cuz I gotta hurry up for my important date,
Life's moving too fast, can't afford to stop,
Everything's a blur when you're a robot,
All I see are zeros and ones,
Doing my job is what my life has become,
My flesh is slowly turning into steel,
And I'm slowly forgetting how to feel,
Cut out my tongue it's covered in paint,
I know art is something that you just can't take,
I know it's stupid to impersonate,
I'm a real boy but I'm just a real fake.

Fake eyes, fake skin,
Fake anger I'm holding within,
I've been angry for so long,
That I've forgotten why it had begun,
It's like a story I'm slowly forgetting,
A blacked out memory that was so upsetting,
A distant friend who has no face,
I try to remember but she's been replaced,
And yet I keep roaring on,
Like my body's running a marathon,
The soul has died, it's time to say goodbye,
The power is gone and it makes you cry,
A tasteless eulogy will be held,
By all the ones who had the machine impailed,
This is the end of my lucid dream,
But I won't wake up because I'm the machine.

-Sir Jestro