Slap the city in its face
break the barriers and make hope spring eternal
no way should you be shirking
when you are the only machine working

Still shinning my shoes
every day waiting to work again
we will never leave here ever
waiting for the oceans to dry

Never wanted it to end this way
but it is just history to me
god I wish I was joking
being the last machine working

It was not a calculated guess  
most will know the rest
oblique warnings from far beyond
as all the graves do open

Static and unaware is not an option
I need humanities corporation
I will not be shirking
as the only machine now working

My death is just that
a plague a dying black rat
watch me fall with you
with a tip of my top hat


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris