Man / Machine

Pupils wide and black
Frozen are his emotions
An unforgiving mechanical schedule
He is the plastic poison in the ocean

A breath of carbon monoxide
As he sings his worker's tune
Those who are close by
Are asphyxiated by the plume

Where once blood flowed
Copper wiring now lines his veins
Robotically performing tasks
Charging twice daily from the mains

Steel ball bearings
Now form his joints
Sewing needles
Line his guts
Yet somehow, on the outside,
He maintains his human looks

Where thoughts were true
And muscle was lean
Now soaked in oil
Part man/machine
Following the Pied Piper blindly,
Letting out an internal scream...

All in the pursuit of conformity
And the Anglo-American dream