I Wanna Be a Machine The Living Tombstone (Ft. Beat Saber)
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[Chorus]
I want, I want to be a machine
And I want to be shining, chrome, and clean
There's something, something, some—
There's something wrong with me, oh no
I want, I can change my CPU
'Cause I am scared I'll be the same to you
There's something, something, some—
There's something wrong with me
And now it's back to square one (O-o—)
[Verse 1]
Feel another attack, a reaction impacting
Every time I start a brand new track
A brand new plaque, a brand new stack
If I can hack it without getting distracted
And breaking a nеw contract
I'm getting limited by flesh and blood
Dopaminе receptor needs a fresh flood of the chemicals
Serotonin feeling so ephemeral in general malaise
I'm stuck wasting several days
Waiting for a burst of inspiration, instigation of a more productive phase
Organic brain in a panic, clash, I gotta go fast like Sanic
Double the time it takes, double the bad mistakes
Double the monthly breakdown, the shakedown, the trouble with self-doubt
I'm feeling sick of confusion, give in to the robotic focus
And out with the human
I want, I want to be a machine
And I want to be shining, chrome, and clean
There's something, something, some—
There's something wrong with me, oh no
I want, I can change my CPU
'Cause I am scared I'll be the same to you
There's something, something, some—
There's something wrong with me
And now it's back to square one (O-o—)
[Verse 1]
Feel another attack, a reaction impacting
Every time I start a brand new track
A brand new plaque, a brand new stack
If I can hack it without getting distracted
And breaking a nеw contract
I'm getting limited by flesh and blood
Dopaminе receptor needs a fresh flood of the chemicals
Serotonin feeling so ephemeral in general malaise
I'm stuck wasting several days
Waiting for a burst of inspiration, instigation of a more productive phase
Organic brain in a panic, clash, I gotta go fast like Sanic
Double the time it takes, double the bad mistakes
Double the monthly breakdown, the shakedown, the trouble with self-doubt
I'm feeling sick of confusion, give in to the robotic focus
And out with the human
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