Feeling my clothes

Under my skin

In the machine

Coloring in

I am a book

I am a treat

Putting my head

Under the sheets

Feeling my bones

Under my skin

I am a book

Color me in

Color the page

Cover the hole

I am a face

Without a soul

You have a plan

You have a scene

You have a promise

That you're gunna keep

Bird is the word

Bird is the plan

Go on my own

Turn on the lamp

Super complex authorizations have been accepted by the imperial math lord

Conducting research based on immense figures sprouting out of the understanding of equations

Ranging from simple times tables to the construction of quantum computing,

I mean these sorts of methodologies aren't as multi-faceted as it seems.

I met a dream lord who took 456,598 equations, added them all together until the ultimate outcome led to regenerative AI calculations,

in which robots have souls,

computers get sad,

space isn't real,

marketing is false,

and symbiotic relationships become clearer to our hearts and machine lovers get rewarded with syntax and verbal appreciations and sex

Sorry, I mean

I am macbeth

I am a book

Can I be honest

Honesty hooks

Onto the key

Then in my hand

Inside a world

Without any land

I am a book

Color me in

Color me in

Color me in

I am a country

Without any land

I am a note

When dissonance wins

Bird is the word

Bird in my hand

Bird in my life

Burden my land

I am a key

I am a face

Without any soul

Without any grace