I beat my machine itīs a part of me itīs inside of me
Iīm stuck in this dream itīs changing me I am becoming
The me the you know he had some second thoughts
Heīs covered with scabs he is broken and sore
The me that you know he doesnīt come around much
That part of me isnīt here anymore
All pain disappears itīs the nature 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 heīs left to decay
The me that you know is now made up of wires
And even when Iīm right with you Iīm so far away
I can try to get away but Iīve strapped myself in
I can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
I can see it killing away all of my bad parts
I donīt want to listen but itīs all to clear
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