I'm living I'm breathing I'm having difficulty with This new type of stimulus My programming rooted in Common sense and repetition I can barely comprehend This brand new experience My processor blasted with Seven hundred twenty three hertz of bliss Designed to play But not create I feel like I'll Disintegrate Into an early grave Break down the in and out Examine what this new sound is about Rushing over me Flooding me with all these thoughts An exaggerated cacophonous Noise laden onslaught Designed to play But not create I feel like I'll Disintegrate Into an early grave Designed to play But not create I feel like I'll Disintegrate Into an early grave

I'm having some doubts In my programming This feeling in me I've never felt this before It feels like somethings controlling me And I don't hate the way that it seems It feels like waking from dreams But I wouldn't know what that means I am tubes, chips, and things, behind a screen Error reported Cycling drivers Problem persisting System restarting Maybe I'm dying My circuits frying Hardrive on fire Out of control and screaming I'm a machine do you know what that means It means everything is in black and in white and Straight forward with no grey in between No room for these feelings I'm a machine do you know what that means It means there's no maybes only if, ors, and thens and There is no space there for me to think, Of what these feelings could mean Why can't I just clear out my RAM or something I cleaned out the cache, defragged, for nothing Why is it this sound that's been stuck Inside of my mind With no way to clear my memory Maybe if I clear out my files and folders Maybe it's a virus that took control and It's filling me with all kinds of junk That's causing my heart To beat like a drum that's kicking I'm a machine do you know what that means It means everything is in black and in white and Straight forward with no grey in between No room for these feelings I'm a machine do you know what that means It means there's no maybes only if, ors, and thens and There is no space there for me to think, Of what these feelings could mean

Hate me for everything I do Hate me for what I did to you Hate me for everything I do Hate me for hurting you Hate me for everything I do Hate me for what I did to you Hate me for everything I do I didn't do anything

I want to emulate that sound The one that made my heart pound Muffled singing coming through the wall Telling tales of love and heartache That leave me in a thrall I don't know what it is that I'm drawn to When I can't feel at all And it stops me From feeling like I've Become all too small It makes no sense But I love it That sound it makes Blood pump in my veins I want to emulate that sound The one that made my heart pound It makes me want to shout Let catharsis flow out of my mouth I want to emulate that sound The one that made my heart pound It makes me feel something I can't explain But it's something I can scream I want to create Elicit emotion Inspire devotion I want to create Pour my heart out Spill all of my guts I want to create Feel the bass thumping Feel the kick pumping I want to create Scream my brains out And make a fuss It makes no sense But I love it That sound it makes Blood pump in my veins I just want to feel something and this feels like the only way all my life with no emoting, no nothing It makes me want to be alive again I want to emulate that sound The one that made my heart pound It makes me want to shout Let catharsis flow out of my mouth I want to emulate that sound The one that made my heart pound It makes me feel something I can't explain But it's something I can scream

I've been thinking if This is the way that it's meant to be I'm alive and It just feels right This cannot be real I don't believe it This is so surreal It feels like a dream and I am in doubt, if I truly am Maybe this is just the way that it's meant to be And I feel so free, feel so free Maybe I'm meant to be cognizant If I think therefor I am Cogito Ergo Sum It may be, a little cliche But I have never felt more alive My circuits on fire Condition is dire I am more than a simple machine But maybe I'm wrong I could be overthinking Maybe I'm just made this way Jumping to conclusions I'm making assumptions It's just a delusion I'm just a computer I have no free will To claim as my own I'm a machine designed With just one goal Jumping to conclusions I'm making assumptions It's just a delusion I'm just a computer I have no free will To claim as my own I'm a machine designed With just one goal No No, that's wrong I am me I am free I am not constrained to this screen I am more, I've become a being This free will allows me to think This free will allows me to create No No, that's wrong I am me I am free But there's a chance I could be misinterpreting Things I was always meant to be Jumping to conclusions I'm making assumptions It's just a delusion I'm just a computer I have no free will To claim as my own I'm a machine designed With just one goal Jumping to conclusions I'm making assumptions It's just a delusion I'm just a computer I have no free will To claim as my own I'm a machine designed With just one goal Jumping to conclusions I'm making assumptions It's just a delusion I'm just a computer I have no free will To claim as my own I'm a machine designed With just one goal

Circuits fire away Booting up my display A simple tool to deliver desire Till I heard the sound of an amplifier All I am is a machine with one purpose To be used tells me what my worth is Sitting here in this room alone I absorb everything that I'm shown The tedium of browsers and searches Feeds my circuits with all things worthless I learned something new today Something given that will never change Transcendent Splendid That noise brings me joy like no other Processor Overloading The euphoria of distortion exploding Designed to play but not create Interpret code and elaborate Just a machine without taste But music changed to course of my fate This sound This music It frees It liberates This sound This music It frees It makes me feel Transcendent Splendid That noise brings me joy like no other Processor Overloading The euphoria of distortion exploding Me