And the robots
And the robots
Pull the wires from their chests like electrical bowels
It's such a hideous world, this, this digital age
Barking orders are the throats of the presidential race
Counting on my hands how much you care
Laying the groundwork for the systems of cyborg
Blood has stained these walls
An experience that had cut and gloried itself
Broken insides are the guttural damage we ingest
From all of the blinding bulbs of our brilliant ideas