| 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 |