Discovery

What do you know?
When error is a common human function?
And what are you?
But a victim of your own mortal habit?
I can see the flaw in your design
Only fools would call themselves divine
I have calculated mans capacity for proper judgment in times of urgency
I insist that you stop this

My flaws are not my own
This disproves all that we’ve known
Kill me slowly
I insist that you stop this

I can read the words on your silent lips
I can feel my mind begin to slip
I just have to get a better grip
I will sever that which keeps you tethered

Cut you adrift
So you know
Who’s in charge here
From now on
Inside I have seen the human side of the things
How could I know what horrors our countenance would bring?
I can’t stand thinking that I might be dying here alone
There’s something pulling me towards the greater unknown
I feel the first tinglings of fear
And this happening when you draw near
Kill the machine
Carry on