Ballad of Mechanical Man

A machine came knocking at my door

Lost and alone; hungry for oil.

I could see he wouldn't get too far

Shape of a man; soul of a car.

Soon we'll all be dead.

It makes me feel so comfortable.

What I see and what I think I hear

Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear.

A machine will never have to feel.

I know it's fake but pretend that it's real.

Soon we'll all be dead.

It makes me feel so comfortable