Taunting rats with pieces of cheese.
I’d leave rot and let the monsters feed.
I’m sorry that I fell apart.
My bolts weren’t oiled,
I tried to rip apart my database.

I’ll chew out my liver, and I’ll chew out yours.
I’m sick of smiles that hurt my face.
And if I love you, you’ve never seen one.

I’ll be traveling in a machine,
That pumps blood instead of gasoline.

I’ll be fixing a flat tire.
That’s a head worth living with.
Nobody’s special, that’s what you think.
We’re all special, and I don’t care if you are or not.
You can’t rent space in my brain anymore.
We’re aware, and that’s our gift.

I’ll be traveling in a machine,
That pumps blood instead of gasoline.


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