The taste of tire on my breath,
Carbonization fills my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
What the **** do want from me?

Garbage spoken broken man.
Lost my senses,
For I’m technologically co-dependant.
When shall I fear?
When shall I see?
When shall I listen?
Addicted to this mindless state.

Wanting more.
Consuming more.
Risking more.
Don’t even have to leave my door.

Watching more.
Brainwashed connoisseur,
Empty even when I got what I was searching for.
This isn’t what I asked for!

The taste of exhaust on my breath,
Radiation filling my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
Will I ever regain my humanity!

Humanity x4