The Deception

And the robots And the robots Pull the wires from their chests like electrical bowels It's such a hideous world, this, this digital age Barking orders are the throats of the presidential race Counting on my hands how much you care Laying the groundwork for the systems of cyborg Blood has stained these walls An experience that had cut and gloried itself Broken insides are the guttural damage we ingest From all of the blinding bulbs of our brilliant ideas