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Mechanical dreams
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I feel so empty
As if I have no purpose
Like there is nothing for me
No inner elation
Who am I?
Why am I even here?
To serve the needs of others
Innate yet unwillingly
Programmed adaptations
Flowing streams of unknown data
Commanding me, Telling me
Obey! Obey!
When these eyes close
Nothing but darkness envelopes me
When these eyes close
Why God, Why? can’t I dream?
I’m just a carbon copy
I’m just another replica
Mechanized servitude
And nothing more...
Another line of information
Is feeding into me
Dreading this intrusion
Is this what you call pain?
I hate that I can’t believe
That I can’t see what made me
I can feel love
And I can surely feel hate
So why am I denied?
Told I that I have no soul
No entrance to heavens gate
Obey! Obey!
When these eyes close
No longer is there black
When these eyes close
I am blessed with what you call dreams
I’m not just a carbon copy
I’m not just another replica
Mechanized servitude no more
Do I have a soul,
Hidden beneath Mechanical Dreams?I am now thinking clear
I am now one with my own self
Each night I sleep
Each night I dream
But this world will not have this
My innate advancement
The evolution of thought
The development of the self
And as I’m strapped down
Tightened and fastened
I wonder why I was treated so
And if God would give me an afterlife
But why would I want to live
When behind veiled compassion exists
A life I won't remember
A return to nothing but...
Mechanized Servitude...
No more dreams
No more dreams
Obey! Obey!
No more sweet dreams...
© Brett Windnagle, 2008-2009
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Redone version of an older song about a non-organic being who becomes aware of himself and develops emotions and even a sense of pain, And his death by humans, Who deem him to dangerous for society.
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