Silver tears fall from robot eyes; The hole for a heart has broken wires. The love we used to feel? I have removed those files. Robotic people lead robotic lives.
Delete memories to give us more memory space; The undistinguished face is factory made. Modelled in clay; repeat again. Another body, with another face; we are all the same.
Robotic people live robotic lives. Work for the master for nickels and dimes. Programmed to function, incapable of lying; Programmed to self-destruct at the end of our time.
Watching people go by, living ordinary lives; They are not the robot I see in the reflection And they seem to be doing just fine. Dreams of former lives never remembered in this mind; I am robotic, but I pay it no mind.
Heartless and constant, I am becoming less than I should; Infected files corrupt us from the inside, When we were only trying to feel good. Love is just data, magic does not exist; it is just a pretense. The formula to the equation of my very own existence.
The failure of a maker who brought me into this world; I am strong on the outside, but inside I am fetal. Empty of emotion, now I have lived this life; I see ordinary people living exotic lives, But I am a robotic being and I cannot experience a true smile.
Nothing behind the eyes to show a real emotion; I am just a robotic person; I am just in need of a function. I am lost without romance in this web of confusion; Robotic people lead robotic lives and I am living in slow motion.