Open up my glory box:
Beeps and boops and ticks and tocks,
Soldered seams and metallic blood streams,
Half-animal and half-machine.
This month it ends and I get release
I'll let my proud tongue rest in peace.
I'll grease the gears and clean my ears,
Shine light on my darkest fears...
It's stuck in fifth and I'm going fast
Future becomes present,
Just as quickly to past.
Roaring engine
Pumping pistons
Prowling the desert
Turning sand into glass.
And now I haven't shaved in days
Growing out my lion's mane
And if curiosity killed the cat,
Then I'll gladly take death
As a matter of fact.
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