Machine

The view from down here is anything but pretty
Been knocked and dented as the pieces fall in place
Etched in the cold, steel sides of my enclosure:
Maps of circuits that aren’t easy to replace
I read social cues like inputs
What I spit out isn’t formatted to read
Your concerns are efficiency, utility
What you can get out of me
Because all I am is a machine
Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out
You only show up just before I shut down
It’s time to check on your machine
Only look behind the casing if there’s smoke
Would be a shame to have another circuit blow
Your concerns aren’t proper handling, or wiring
Just what you get out of me
Because all I am is a machine
Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out
You only show up just before I shut down
You never let me break
Just only fall apart
Patch me up and I’ll restart
Don’t ever let me think
Was never meant to speak
Because All I am is a machine
And I don’t need the time of day
Those kinds of arguments aren’t called for anyway
You’ll leave me be. Let my meters drop and fade
Maybe someday I’ll be easy to replace
Because All I am is a machine
Because all I am is a machine
Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out
You only show up just before I shut down
You never let me break
Just only fall apart
Patch me up and I’ll restart
Please don’t ever let me think
I was never meant to speak
Because All I am is a machine
Because All I am is a machine
Because All I am is a machine