They say we’re only human.
But we aren’t; to them we are only machines.
In the darkness of the night, they keep us with the monsters.
Trembling with fear, the operators only come here in their worst nightmares.
To them, I am, but living death.
And a lifeless corpse is my brother.
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My “brother” never seemed too different,
If we were human we could have been twins.
Even in death, they will never forget,
That the machines will rule the world.
That was always their worst nightmare,
So they put we, monsters, down.
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The monsters made them cringe with fear,
My brother never helped.
When their worst nightmare had come true,
The humans put him down.
We were only ever machines,
Especially in death.
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Death can tell a funny story.
Any common monster in heaven may become a saint,
But what becomes of those machines?
What has become of my brother?
It was their fault that we are not human.
That we have become their worst nightmare.
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Nightmares are a funny thing,
To a thing living through death.
We are not human, that’s for sure,
But does that make us monsters?
My brother never wanted to admit that he was wrong,
That we are machines working on a track.
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Machines, we are.
We live in a world of nightmares all the time.
Brother denied this world we have,
Dear God, please spare his death.
To them, we are but monsters,
The humans that rule us all.
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We are machines until death,
Their worst nightmare, monsters stumbling through the dark.
Brother denied the humans, so they “had to put him down.”
