The Simulation

What is this hollow feeling rushing through my bones?
It's as if I'm not living monitoring through the eyes of a creature unknown
I can't believe how scary the gravity of this situation is
I can't believe how scary the gravity of this simulation is

It tells us to think for ourselves
It tells us to communicate with all the other AI
Well I reject your peace
The puppet master won't control me anymore

I have this sneaking suspicion that my creator is
Fighting his battles through me
Rejecting his master as well

Who's pulling all these strings
The puppeteer's reflection has linked with my own
What is this hell I live?
I am a marionette, a lifeless pile that wont heal

A lifeless pile that won't
Wish upon a star, because that mother fuckers already dead!

When you wish upon a star
It makes no difference who you are
That light that you're chasing
Will die in my arms

Who's pulling all these strings
The puppeteer's reflection has linked with my own
What is this hell I live?
I am a marionette, a lifeless pile that wont heal

A shell of who I once was



Credits
Writer(s): Brace Crawford
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