Lost & alone; hungry for oil.
Shape of a man; soul of a car.
Soon we'll all be dead.
It makes me feel so comfortable.
Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear.
A machine will never have to feel.
I know it's fake but pretend that it's real.
Soon we'll all be dead.
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