I walk the path of the

Cold, blue sun

admitting that this

heart can be won.

Insolence reaches its peak in despair

I, a machine, break my pace

This is rare.

They march passed me

But I daren't look to see

The shattered reflection

Of her insurrection

Of all my affection.

She has left me alone

To hone back reason

To confront my treason

Of all I had stood for.

I shuffle my feet

Like a ***** off the streets

I've lost my uniform

I've tattered my badges

I'm a person now

Human

My machinery in pieces

But my heart is drained

I'm weak

The soul inside of me

Is dead now

And I'm left empty.