"Machines, Pt. 1"
Is this what you wanted? Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and decease. And take it all
Trade living for a living. Measure your worth in flesh and blood
I could be your contact in a place of your design, with the grace of wounded lions
I could be your absolute; I could be your sign
I could be your written lie

All this time that I’ve been given I squandered in my own right
All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind
I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I’ll just stack these points of view until one gives out
I won't hold my breath
Oh god, I should have figured

All this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted it

I should have figured that this would be happening now