I,
beat my machine,
it's a part of me,
it's inside of me,
I'm,
stuck in this dream,
it's changing me,
I am becoming.
the me that you know,
he had some second thoughts,
he's covered with scabs,
he is broken and sore,
the me that you know,
he doesn't come around much,
that part of me,
isn't here anymore.
all,
pain disappears,
it's the nature of,
of my circuitry,
drowns,
out all I hear,
no escape from this,
my new consciousness.
the me that you know,
he used to have feelings,
but the blood has stopped pumping,
and he is left to decay,
the me that you know,
is now made up of wires,
and even when I'm right with you,
I'm so far away.