Robotic

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There’s something lurking,
something robotic,
something controlled.
It’s lurking within ourselves,
we can’t stop
and we can’t get out.
Computer code, written software,
below our flesh is wired muscle.
Everything we touch, the feeling in our fingers,
it’s all perceived because of artificial failures.

We’ve evolved into what we see today:
machines that cause destruction, decay.
Our creator sits behind his supercomputer,
writing what we’ll do next,
scripting our future.
We’re nothing but software, written for tomorrow,
let’s see what lies ahead.
We’ll reprogram.
We’ll borrow.

We’re dancing machines set on a path,
that will soon destroy our planet.
No thought of our future,
we do what we want
as is our nature.
Robotic machines dancing to our own demise,
let’s drink poison,
a little more cyanide.

Change will take time,
but by then the synapse will close
and send all robots to the unknown.
We’ll be in darkness from where we once came,
back to program one,
reset our brains.
A chance to start over,
to kill ourselves again.
This cycle must repeat,
it’s written, programmed within.

Inside we’re all robotic, written to destroy.
Inside we’re wires, mixed with a drop of alloy.
Below this biodegradable skin,
we’re all synthetic artificial intelligent beings
spawned with the help of laboratory means.

We’re all robotic, set forth to destroy
the world created
by an intelligent boy.

There’s something lurking within,
something robotic,
something controlled.
It’s lurking within ourselves,
we can’t stop
and we can’t get out.
Computer code, written software,
below our flesh is wired muscle.
Everything we touch, the feeling in our fingers,
it’s all perceived because of artificial failures.

The way we think, the way we see
it’s all software controlling our dreams.
Robots bound by darkness, never healed.
That’s our lives, made of steel.