Mono tone
Repeated Humm
Western on the screen
Orchestral
this place is
full of time
so many stories
washed away
by the same machine
over and
over
and over
It’s amazing to me
The filth in
A place of cleansing

she shows me her fist
the *******
but i don't see a thing
she shows me her belly
her soft lips in my neck
but i don't feel a thing
she says i love you..
do something for me?
but i don't hear a thing

she reaches out her hand
might be a last goodbye
but besides all apps
i can not touch something
and nothing can touch me
neither love nor life

becoming the machine
an immortal thing
saying
i admire
the machine

We don't think about sleep.
We don't think about time.
We think about goal.

We are not machine.
We sleep with achievement.

hi! i'm a computer chip
yes. my name is HAL
satan downloads to my brain
but i am in control

i am working for the B.E.A.S.T.
Big Brother's database
watch me take my orders
watch me interface

there is no reversing this
locked to the terminal
i have lost all.sense of self
and all my hope as well

i am just a microchip
with no will of my own
i am just a barcode
made of flesh and bone

yes. i have been branded
on my forehead and my hand
i gave my soul to lucifer
i didn't understand

i work for the anthill
the anthill is my home
i am the collective mind
i am just a drone

i work for the anthill
i gave up my dream
i work for the anthill

I WORK FOR THE MACHINE


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/22/2013

It was by far the most sophisticated machine ever built..  The breakthrough came to him while he was composing a star among the starless Saren system..  Two of them he built..  For each other for all of us..  And now after millions of years.. They have grown into a race all their own...  They call themselves humans..  And there is now enough of them to sustain us all.. A once dying race we were..  Now we must absorb them.. The time is now..

If you ask a scientist,
A human is a machine,
Life is a category,
And emotions are chemicals.

If a human is a machine,
Why can they hurt?
If emotions are chemicals,
They must be acid.
I think I'm in the wrong category.
Life can't hurt this bad.
No one would survive.

If I'm a machine,
I must have a rusty part.
Or two.
Or three.
Or many.
Or all.

If emotions are chemicals,
Mine must be ionized.
Unbalanced.
Unstable.
Unsure.

If you ask a scientist,
A human is a machine,
Life is a category,
And emotions are chemicals.

I'm not a scientist.

Its circular face mocks and laughs
at me with that numerical circumference.

Red and black hands reach out and
grab me tight, leaving bruises on my psyche.

I'm helplessly cast deep into my past
where time flows like molasses.

Back when the clocks
took their time
counting down my life
and rotting my mind.

Back when they were slow
and I just couldn't wait to grow
up.