MACHINES CANT LOVE

You are so goddamn sensitive
But me, I'm just a metal machine
You won't ever know, I don't feel a thing
When will you really see the light?
I can't even take one small little breathe,
and you think this would be better than death?

Which one of those big wooden doors is death?
Sensitiveness, sensitize, sensitive
Can you answer my questions with one breathe?
Mechanical device, I'm a machine
Your story didn't do it for me, light
me up and why don't you just hit this thing?

Stab, shoot, punch, maul, cut; I won't feel a thing.
mischief is completed, now is there death?
I'm in the tunnel, but can't see no light.
I'm obedient, You are sensitive.
Relationships never work with machines.
Is the passion in the hard and short breathe?

The extravagance may take your breathe.
The conniption wasn't worth a thing.
Erratics isn't for a machine.
Silly girl, haven't you heard of cold death?
The rage is dangerous and sensitive
Are you famous? Do you live in the light?

Can you see in the dark, or only light?
You drank that Jeroboam with no breathe
that just accents how you are sensitive
Jealousy is an inept thing
Will you ever really want to choose death?
Violence is sole for the machine.

That is the main purpose of a machine
To destroy, conquer and steal all the light
I can truly never meet a bad death,
Because I can never loose all my breathe
You should know this was just a one-time thing.
I swear I will never be sensitive.

Shouldn't be sensitive, go to the light.
Leave the machine, and take another deep breathe,
This one thing shouldn't keep you from your death.