I was made with machines
I do not deny that I will break
I do not lie and say I'm pretty
The drones of villages and cities
Spend their lives trying to change realities
When the world is just trying to change them
There's no universe that hates me
Just a family that named me
A limitless love that saves me
I will study my factory
Conjuring myths and favorable fantasies
There's no denying that I'm alive
But I swear I feel like wood sometimes
And then I want to tell you all that I can dance
I can dance, I can, it's not a lie
The dice and cards win me prizes
Then turn their metaphorical backs on me
And I, in turn, praise and curse
What fickle fucks we all are
What faithless followers we try to be
Walking from the factory
A line of lying machines
Trying to dream with wooden brains