All you've got is metal
Running through your veins
you might be a cyborg
I might be the same

Humanity is lost
but not the shame
living off the batteries
you call your brain

I might be a machine
but your the slave
earning your money while I dig your grave

everyone is spending time like its cash
they've forgotten the sky
but still they pray
to a god with a ledger
who'll be saved?

all of your thoughts
are checked by virus scan
your emotions controlled by
an outburst data plan

no one expects to be taken by the parasites
but they invest so well
its an easy over site

ingest your hell
because you foot the bill for it
revel in your squalor
while its raining down your dollars