he looks in the mirror but he doesn't see his face
just the gaze from some exhibit of the human race
sometimes held back by invisible restraints
but he always breaks his cage
yeah, he always gets away
impartially apostate, don't let it get to your head
if he stabs you in the back or leaves you for dead
if you want to tag along, it's on his terms
it's not that he doesn't like you, just unconcerned
sadistic apathy thrives on catastrophe
you'll never understand
he took me by the hand
and we ran
he needs to take the wheel
to show you the right way to feel
it can be nice, you know
to let the robot take control
inside your reverie
you build yourself a new body
synthetic android
but you're just a schizoid
come back to humanity
don't revert back to your fantasy
disposed of everyone you knew
but i still think there's hope for you

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