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Robots of Flesh how are you today? feeling better? oh. that bad eh? am I eating you... making you feel empty too? I can still see your shell all your little pieces of hell all those stitched and sewn together, make your character so much better. Are those the words you want to live by? Are those the deeds you're remembered by? You're empty and you know it. all those grandiose smiles show it. do you feel like you're being eatin away? so empty, hollow in the day. You think i'm worse than you? I might be in some ways. but i can face the truth... who are you inside, you'll never know, cause you are empty inside, no self to call your own. your patched worked personality, built from the popular, and all those like you, trading pieces, like you were robots of flesh and blood. |