HUMANOID
Mechanical is still too Human
Too much to feel and too much to know
Numb and unplugged, steel and cold
No one to care for and nowhere to go
Instead of flesh, warm and wireless
The cellular phone of the human soul
Transmission is weak and frequency low
Hang ourselves from the telephone pole
Mechanical is still too Human
Too many tears to rust the face
Conceit, deceit, it's all the same
Machine is just another race
Bones are brittle but steel is numb
A lack of lacking nothing at all
Tubes to dictate mind and self
Never short-circuit but still may fall
Mechanical is still too Human
Feelings through a metal shell
Thoughts still hurt the fragile mind
Mechanical's just a different Hell.
copyright: melissa strickbine, april 1999