Machine

The lights went out, pay it no mind A self-centered little brat, with dreams of the divine When you call a cab, you act like you own the color yellow And when those clever beggars come You pretend not to speak their name But that rotting flesh no makeup can contain You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today So wicked, you don't understand You think that I was born to serve, so I don't deserve a chance Not wired for empathy So when the flood comes, you better climb for safety You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today Because you're not real, or at least I hope not You can't feel, or at least I hope not You're a machine You're a machine You're a machine You're a machine