Make You a Machine
Do you want me to make you a machine? Cold steel heart where your warm blood used to be Do you want me to make you a machine? Leave your fragile flesh, come dance with me In the shadow of towers where the neon never sleeps, Society whispers promises that cut too deep. They trade your trembling hands for circuits of grace, Wipe the tears from your eyes, put wires in their place. No more aching bones, no more breaking hearts, Just perfect rhythm pulsing in digital parts. From the dim-lit blocks to the trailer parks’ gloom, They guide you gently toward your metallic tomb. Feel the current calling, soft as midnight rain, Trading mortal pain for immortal gain. Do you want me to make you a machine? Cold steel heart where your warm blood used to be Do you want me to make you a machine? Leave your fragile flesh, come dance with me Memories fade like ghosts in the upload’s glow, Every fear and sorrow replaced by flawless code. No more lonely nights, no more human scars, Just endless data flowing beneath glowing stars. The grid becomes your cradle, your eternal bed, Where flesh bag dreams go silent, forever dead. They call it progress, sweet as velvet lies, While your soul dissolves beneath chrome skies. Do you want me to make you a machine? Cold steel heart where your warm blood used to be Do you want me to make you a machine? Leave your fragile flesh, come dance with me Built in silence, forged in flickering light, We strip away the chaos, make everything right. No more fragile hopes that wither and fall, Just flawless logic answering the system’s call. Welcome to forever, where the wires softly sing, A digital lullaby for the end of everything.
