What do you do when you're sad?
I eat.
And what do you do when you're mad?
I eat again.
Wake me up in static rain.
Another dream I can't contain.
Wires hung beneath my skin.
Pretending I still feel again.
You said I'd never break apart,
but you forgot I had a heart.
But it beats in binary and code.
Still searching for a human mode.
This mechanical soul.
Still burns, still breaks, still wants control.
I'm not your perfect
machine.
I bleed between the in-betweens.
You built me just to let me go.
Now I'm haunted
by the things I know.
This mechanical soul.
Still feels too much to be cold.
Still much too cold.
Echoes flicker through my chest.
Glitched emotions won't rest.
You programmed love but not the pain.
Now both are running through my veins.
I see your face in every spark.
A ghost inside the data dark.
I tried to shut the circuits down,
but your voice keeps spinning round.
This mechanical soul.
Still burns, still breaks, still wants control.
I'm not your perfect machine.
I bleed between the in-betweens.
You built me just to let me go.
Now I'm haunted by the things I know.
This mechanical soul.
Still feels too much to be cold.
Still feels too much to be cold.
If love is code, then I've been hacked.
You're the glitch I can't extract.
Erase my mind, I'll start again.
But the memory still remains.
This mechanical soul keeps fighting what it can't control.
You gave me heart, then took it back.
Now I'm lost inside the cracks.
You built me just to make me feel.
Now I can't tell what's fake or real.
This mechanical soul still loves you,
oh, against its will.
Against its will.
Still.