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I hate you Machine Boy, I really do.
I wish you couldn't control me.
But that's just what you do.
Emotionally detached.
Problems solved with logic.
Nothing More.
Nothing Less.
Your control,
Works in cycles.
I'll tell you what I'm thinking
Then you will use my weak points against me.
You know how my mind is programmed.
You are a machine after all.
You know everything.
But your mind, well that's just a mass of numbers.
Sequences on how to go about.
Your analytical relationships.
No.
No feeling.
No happiness.
No opinions.
You know you have no right to have any opinions.
Because that's been hardwired into you.
Hasn't it Machine Boy?
Crying to you, is crying to metal.
But I'll still cry.
I wish I knew what you're thinking down below.
But I know I never will.
Because that’s just the way your work.
But you are just a Machine Boy,
After all.