Factory Machine

You know sometimes I wonder if there's really a genuine self
Because when I think of the human anatomy
It reminds me of the fact
That we're multi-cellular beings
A bunch of organs working together like a factory machine
Designed to keep us alive
And knowing this
It makes me think
It makes me wonder if consciousness is just a trick of the mind
You know?
And it's funny when I was younger
I used to think that we were solely just our brains
And our bodies were just meatsuits made to execute every command
But as I got older I realized that that thinking was a little flawed
Because we are not our brains
We are not our hearts
We are not bodies
We are not our eyes
We are not our voices
And the idea behind planes and dimensions
And all that shit
All that wishful thinking that we possess souls and that we're eternal
It makes a whole lot of sense, you know?
Who we are is what we create
What we leave behind
What we sacrifice
And I think who we are is who we love
And who we hate
And who we feel nothing for.