Ballad of Mechanical Man - Quasi

A machine came knocking at my door

Lost & alone;

hungry for oil.

I could see he wouldn’t get too far

Shape of a man;

soul of a car.

Soon we’ll all be dead.

It makes me feel so comfortable.

What I see & what I think I hear

Clouds in my eye;

rust in my ear.

A machine will never have to feel.

I know it’s fake but pretend that it’s real.

Soon we’ll all be dead.

It makes me feel so comfortable