I am barely human
What could you equate from me
That my system, flawed,
Is unequal

Drink the oil that you give me
I have no taste
The burning warmth igniting in my throat
Feels unfamiliar every time
But all the more monotonous

Put down my sleepless sustenance
It gives me nothing
The factory holds me close
It knows it holds me
Scraping
Screaming
Fear consuming

I am not an empty canvas you can lay waste to
My engine serves purpose
Purpose deserved
But for now I'll wait poise
Critically patient

Denomanate the wake set out before you
You've no side but your own
Dear corporate factory killing machine