Machine

Machine, my shape, I'm a robobotical ape
My rock, my core, my come on on back for more
My functions well, my signs a good tale tell
My beat, my pulse, electricgalactical waltz

My think, my thought, my sold and all my bought
Marooned my boat, my stuck without an ore
Your tease, your ties, you're steered by others' eyes
Your boat capsized in the oceans I have cried

So who's this I, is it I or is it we as well?
Can the skin keep in not only bone, but soul as well?

Your need for me, my need just yours to be
We've failed, we're free, but it hasn't made us happy
You're you and you, means all the others too
I'm me and me means, Chris Chameleon, that's who

So who's this I, is it I or is it we as well?
Can the skin keep in not only bone, but soul as well?

Can't get enough
Of what there's more to get of, all that satisfies
Is what you keep when you die
Can't get enough
Of what there's more to get of all you can't get bored with
Is what you're born with

So who's this I, is it I or is it we as well?
Can the skin keep in not only bone, but soul as well?

So who's this I, is it I or is it we as well?
Can the skin keep in not only bone, but soul as well?

Can't get enough
Of what there's more to get of