Pull the plug

Going through the motions
Cold, soulless, cliché
I’ve become a robot
Impersonating somebody I’ve never met
With smiles painted over rusted metal resentment
Gears and guts in grinding dissonance

Something is broken
My programming is flawed, fucked up, infested with bugs
The bugs make me hate
Make me ache
Make me wish all this would end
Make me wish I could reboot my brain

But no, I will continue
To mosey around desecrating everything in my path
Spilling out garbage
Worrying women
Frightening the elderly
Washing my circuits in ethanol

There are no answers…
I don’t even know what the fucking question would be

– Rowsdowr