Cynical and blind, he doesn't understand
Why he has to die, or why he's got to live
Oh, lightning in his eyes, makes him feel
So inadequate, yet better than them all
Fushia, gray, and rust
The only colors that he ever learned to trust
And all the others that he
Hated so much
Violent violet, oh
He despised its touch
He is skipping stones
Rivers of brain matter and
He's barely bones
Long fingers made for coding
And never doing anything important
In this stupid game
All his friends are dead
All because of his own stupid hands and head
He wants to sleep but
He can't get to bed
Insomnia's just another thing on the pile
That can't be hacked away
His pessimism is cancerous
He doesn't care much for the vulnerability that
Comes with pity and
Oh, it's shitty
But that's just
The way we live
I am not just an engine
I am not just a battery
I am an unstable boy with dubious intentions
Not just a fool for your ascension
Just for you, I'll let you use my power up
( I am not just an engine )
Suck me dry and make my heart stop
( I am not just a battery )
It's okay, I didn't need it anyway
( I am not just an engine )
I am only only dedicated to my self-hate
( I am not just a battery )
