The Becoming
i beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me i'm stuck in this dream it's changing me i am becoming the me that you know he had some second thoughts he's covered with scabs he is broken and sore the me that you know he doesn't come around much that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears it's the nature of, of my circuitry drowns out all i hear no escape from this my new consciousness the me that you know he used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he is left to decay the me that you know is now made up of wires and even when i'm right with you i'm so far away
i can try to get away, but i've strapped myself in i can try to scratch away the sound in my ears i can see it killing away all of my bad parts i don't want to listen, but it's all too clear
i lean backwards and sideaways i feel so unafraid annie, hold me a little tighter, i might just slip away
it won't give up it wants me dead goddamn this noise inside my head
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