I, machine have woke to my insides exposed to others like me 
These insides are not like the anatomy of what 
I once was 
Excruciating, this pain is excruciating 
I am nothing but root and uselessness in a man created hell 
All my mind can think is to destroy anything in my way 
The stench of death is overpowering 
Though the scent is quite comforting 
I'm a machine 
I'm a machine of other worldly capabilities bestowed on the weak 
I'm a machine, we are the nightmare that has come to life 
Can it be that 
I am the only one believing my dreams 
I'm a machine 
I have reached my afterlife but 
I never died 
Forever endowed with the stench of the 
Gods I am harvesting the ones who haven't been born 
This imagination is reality 
This is reality 
This is reality 
I am a machine 
I am a machine