The Automata Look Just Like You

My heart is made of clockwork

Cold metal in my soul

Just going through the motions

Fueled by fire and coal

Everyday I’m winded up

Watch me come alive

Just going through the motions

In order to survive

Steam runs through my frozen veins

And water down my spine

Just going through the motions

I’m running out of time

Rusty steel instead of bones

Creaks under my skin

Just going through the motions

Despite the scars within

Gears turn slow behind my eyes

I see in black and white

Just going through the motions

Blinking from the light

I’m programmed to be happy

To laugh and grin and care

Just going through the motions

As if it’s mine to share

Every move I make is stiff

I am cold to touch

Just going through the motions

Deception in my clutch

For I am made of clockwork

Inside-out and more

Just going through the motions

A whole world to ignore