bent and burned by it's machine/
so I ask, silence or sirens?/
colorless and shrinkwrapped/
Misplaced to confuse/
life faded to the backseat/
a new dispassion, one more excuse/
Bought by nods/
by request, felt so crossed/
So I ask, sterile or stoic?/
Cage me, I'll end this/
stay warm and human/
before the floor is covered in what makes you real/
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