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When did robots obtain feelings?

When did statues learn to cry?

The mannequins are all alive now

Satan will soon rule the sky



Their tears fall down like a rainstorm

Their black blood spills and fills the sea

Somehow searching for a scapegoat

The only one to blame is me



It’s so hard to find the answers

Questions always fill my mind

There’s no one left to ask for help now

My true self I’ll never find



And the sun will disappear soon

Full moons illuminate the sky

I wander these crowded streets alone

Unleashing my unwired battle cry



…And I can stop all these shades of gray

And I can put all the past away

And I can try to start anew today

But maybe this is how it’s meant to be…



When did humans become lifeless?

When did people turn to stone?

Feelings are obsolete now

I corrupt and kill among the clones



The rain falls down like a tear storm

The poison pumps throughout my veins

Slit my cement skin in suicide

Pray as all the oil drains



Believe the lies and throw the truth out

Pollute and brainwash the tainted mind

Faith and fate have disappeared now

Heaven’s door I’ll never find



And the sun will spontaneously combust soon

The illuminated moon will ignite in flame

Stitch my mouth shut and patiently wait in line

Assigned a number...erase my name



…And I can stop all these shades of gray

And I can put all the past away

And I can try to start anew today

But maybe this is how it’s meant to be…



But maybe this is how it’s supposed to be

How could I have been so blind to see?

The real mannequin...is me