Mechanic Thought

The machinery of my mind is not my own

no, it was constructed by you

my naive blue eyes were tainted by your black smoke

my thoughts belong not to me but to your machine

to your madhouse of wealthy slaves 

my sadness I'm afraid is a mere ploy

no, I will not buy your happiness, you paint manically with bright colors and white smiles

yes the cog in my head is stuck but a dollar won't fix it, nothing you sell will fix it

humanity is being inhibited by you, by your mad desire of greed, i am living alone amongst your world of humans, I get lonely at times and conversation is always bleak, the real drones are in the malls, those prada seeking missiles never miss their targets, programmed to perfection 

humanity and machinery how seamless we've become