Vanitas
People God Machines
I only speak very rarely, but I still speak to you
You can't hold that against me, you never answer me
But in dark hours, In these days of suffering, I'll try.
Because even though we've never met, I'm your beloved son.
I'll talk to you when I need you.
Most of the time it's your rules that matter to me Commandments simply don't matter
I don't see any sin in most of my bad deeds
But sometimes, when I need you, I'll get in touch
You recognize me anyway, I'm your lost son
I'll talk to you when I need you
... and you'll help me
you're the one who forgives me< br/>I fell in love with a woman
When she saw me there was an argument
I then freed her from here
Finally she laughed at me
There I am then thought of you
You certainly don't make me feel bad
As long as I pray, am I right?
My man, my God, my mind, my God
Man and God, forgive my god
men and god, machines and god
man-god, machine-god

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