The machines are knee deep
In their toil
While we sleep
And dream of valiant heroes and despicable villains
They rearrange the ones and zeroes
Pushing our buttons
Rewriting our code
Replacing old thought with new programming
Shambling logic eaten by rotten emotion chips
We set out thinking upgrades
Would make us better
Turns out we kept our word and gargled glass
With broken letters
How can our garbled transmission last ?
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