And the robots

And the robots

Pull the wires from their chests like electrical bowels

It's such a hideous world, this, this digital age

Barking orders are the throats of the presidential race

Counting on my hands how much you care

Laying the groundwork for the systems of cyborg

Blood has stained these walls

An experience that had cut and gloried itself

Broken insides are the guttural damage we ingest

From all of the blinding bulbs of our brilliant ideas