I am faulty machinery. That’s what my mirror shows me. I’m attached to something more, But, I have shut some door And now here I am just functioning. There’s a song out there, I’m not listening. Or maybe I can’t hear, I’m malfunctioning. Glich after glich, Twitch after twitch. I need an override, Please flip my switch. Who made me? Who made me see? Why do I know That I can’t see? There’s more to this, There’s more to me. But all I feel Is machinery. Who broke me? Who the hell broke me? Was I once more? What can I be? Is there noone around Who can fix me? Well, then it’s up to me. Fuck, it’s up to me.
