Machine

The view from down here is anything but pretty.
Been knocked and dented as the pieces fall in place.
Etched in the cold, steel sides of my enclosure:
Maps of circuits that aren't easy to replace.

I read social cues like inputs.
What I spit out isn't formatted to read.
Your concerns are efficiency, utility,
What you can get out of me.

Because all I am is a machine.

Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out.
You only show up just before I shut down.
It's time to check on your machine.

Only look behind the casing if there's smoke,
Would be a shame to have another circuit blow.
Your concerns aren't proper handling, or wiring,
Just what you get out of me.

Because all I am is a machine.
Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out.
You only show up just before I shut down.

You never let me break,
Just only fall apart.
Patch me up and I'll restart.

Don't ever let me think.
Was never meant to speak.

Because All I am is a machine.

And I don't need the time of day.
Those kinds of arguments aren't called for anyway.
You'll leave me be. Let my meters drop and fade.
Maybe someday I'll be easy to replace.

Because All I am is a machine.

Because all I am is a machine.
Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out.
You only show up just before I shut down.

You never let me break,
Just only fall apart.
Patch me up and I'll restart.

Please don't ever let me think.
I was never meant to speak.

Because All I am is a machine.
Because All I am is a machine.
Because All I am is a machine.



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Writer(s): Jeffrey Pitts
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