The Engine and the Engineer - American Standards

Man can create a mechanical heart

He can discard the organs for synthetic parts

Then he programs the mind

And he thickens the skin

They resemble humans but

Their not your friends

They are drones

Without meaning

They are fakes

Without reason

They know all the motions and don’t deviate

They are slaves

To false idols

They are cowards

Bound by fear

They think far too long

And feel way too late

Creator of death

Reign down

On us May you stand on A grave of our bones

Our thoughts

Ideas

No one will mourn your death

Do these gears have a pulse

A blood that flows of the revolt

Do they create with love but design with this hate

Man can build a face that never frowns but does it understand the reason of its

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Cold hands and warm hearts

Hold steady, stay the course

Course of action

That led us all to here

Madman took the wheel to steer

Nothing will be left to remember the mistake

We are the disconnected

We are the disconnect

We aren’t machines