Your skill is impressive, He thinks what you say is a lie. Your concepts do bore him, Your background destroy him, But he's something you can't deny.
He won't go break through, The machines that made you,
To grant you just one glare more light. He can tell that with it, You'll just make things worse for your fight.
To deliver all this down, It goes over, and over, and over again When there's nothing to offer,
The fruit fish and birds, Which inspire my feelings of hate. He promises it's not too late.
He won't go break through, The machines that made you,