The
gravity of a bad situation
Is
twisting my damned soul.
Order
is endlessly caving in.
My
mind finally losing control.
Befriending
all of my demons,
And
giving into the temptations.
Betrayed
the last of humanity.
Reality
shaped by hallucinations.
A
hollow shell is all that remains.
No
detectable pulse nor a heart.
Wore
down and lost all my will.
Society
has at last torn me apart.
The
gravity of a tragic situation
Weighing
down my damn soul.
Anarchy
is slowly taking over.
My
mind finally losing control.
Everything
I once knew gone.
Existential
crisis now unfolds.
Titanium
and wiring defines me.
Replacing
all my flesh and bone.
I've
become the thing I've hate.
An
enslaved, mindless machine.
Controlled
by a master system,
No
longer by goals and dreams.
Freed
from the hopeless situation.
No
longer burden by my soul.
Order
has replaced the turmoil.
My
CPU finally gained control.
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