Me and My Human Machine
Vibrations quake my mind and soul,
as further I fall down this cryptic hole.
Not alone, but company of all,
since birth we've been in society's thrall.
A crease in ground
We follow along.
To this, we're bound
not seeing what's wrong.
we are all made.
to be seduced
by what gets us paid.
My mind, it spins
am I going insane?
Now it begins,
I'm feeling quite vain
Is it wrong to hate
the life we must live?
the powers we give.
mechanized machine, we're built to run
efficient but cold, society and sun.
may feelings diminish, in time we're unable to spare
society has won, because no one does care
Images run through a mind already so burdened
There's no such thing as living a life that is truly your own.