The Human Machine

Maybe its just my opinion,
maybe I am the only one paranoid,
what are we anyways,
celluloid androids.

Made to obey,
made to walk ahead and never look back,
to follow the blessed few,
for we are the cursed ones.

Will you ever listen to me,
or will I wander alone,
in the wilderness of my brains,
wondering about this stain.

Death is deception,
life is detention,
rotting inside the body,
soul is an imitation.