The Machine

loss of personality
just a product just a thing
another cycle can't break free
muscle system atrophy
data process not a mind
question nothing see no lie
emotions have been left behind
loseing senses i am blind
just a shell there's nothing left
this cyber-hell has sealed my death
with a soul I would have wept
i would have felt, i would have slept

its the subtle loss of life
for love we have no appetite
we won't break free we are bound
we'll see no sky, we'll feel no ground
all our lives we'll stay plugged in
can't see where machine begins
we are one with the machines
we are joined for life
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