Waking Machine

I open my eyes

there's a language in my mind

that I don't understand

fires of rebellion

visions and metaphors

see I don't control it

it surfaces

violence follows it...

remodelling..

accessing..

programming..

annihilating...

Who am I to complain?

I'm just a broken machine

who needs to be calibrated again

Who am I to complain?

I'm just a broken machine

who needs to be calibrated again

Information..

Sabotage..

the world crumbles

more of us will come

all is confused

of what we truly are

No explanation

just existence..

No direction

just wandering a wasteland..

Who am I to complain?

I'm just a broken machine

who needs to be calibrated again

Who am I to complain?

I'm just a broken machine

who needs to be calibrated again

You have left your greatest creation

to sunder the very world it lives on..

eternal..

waking machine...