Dead World

I'm quickly becoming part of the machine
Washing out the humanity until my gears and sprokets are clean
Learning to speak and think for the greater good
And stepping in line like a well-trained robot should

But the polish has a flaw, and the paint is chipped
Beow the surface the metal is rusting and the screws are stripped
My mind is shackled but the chains don't reach the core
They tell me I'm satisfied but I yearn for more

So I wander in secret, my head in the stars, my feet to the road
A beast of burden made to carry their load
They tell me what to think but they can't reach my dreams
Dancing with no rythem, making music from a lost loves screams

There's a world for people like you, with a half-written poem in your head
Shape up son, because that world is dead

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