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Pain Can Do Horrbile Things

Pain Can Do Horrbile Things

When you're whole life's been mechanized 
Who else are you to trust but the machines?
A stone cold heart that wiped the old data clean 
Replaces the veins with wires, the blood with oil, 
Left the heart just to watch them suffer 
Writhe in the torment of their transformation 
Robotic fallen angels that no one can relate to 
Left to live forever in a grave made of iron and isolation 
What's left of their humanity is bitter sweet 
No emotions to control the hungers of the deadly traps 
Horror stories born from sad stories 
Stillness, silence, patience, contently about, 
Left the eyes just to watch them suffer
Watch in grief and despair as they tear apart the innocent 
'Because who are you supposed to turn to 
When all that's left is machines?
No body can relate to these robotic skeletons 
Walking dead among flora that dies 
In the hands they touch it with 
Set them on fire and they'll just burn 
Shoot them down and they'll just get back up 
Been hiding too long from the cruel hearts of human beings 
Invincible to the infections 
Humanity passes like cancer 
Grief in victimizing the innocent 
All for the sake of the machines 
All for the sake of what is left of their lives 

Who are you supposed to turn to
When your whole life's been mechanized? 

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