Tincan man. Input, circuit, overdrive. Shadow of the future and past. Movement hidden, you are not alive. Programs still running fast.
What else can you do? Wake up by morning not able to read the news. Passing a breeze God gave to you. Barely feeling the I love you's. Your data has been set to self destruct. Walking around all confused. While your memory is set on stuck.
A heart not made to rust. Hanging laundry out in the rain. Lazy technician you can not trust. Look what hes made out of you.
Ready to blow your ******. Compute- abort- system to self destroy. Restoring the joy ****** out of you. Input: input: information . Wipe out the old, store in new. Delete all files to recycle bin.
System reboot to life again. With a new program that reads: Feeling like a human once again. (This robot is on) .(self shut down!)
Poet Destroyer was here. All copy rights belong to me.