I am becoming.

I beat my machine,
it's a part of me,
it's inside of me,

I'm stuck in this dream,
it's changing me,
I am becoming.

The me that you know,
he had some second thoughts,
he's covered with scabs,
he is broken and sore,

The me that you know,
he doesn't come around much,
that part of me,
isn't here anymore.

All pain disappears,
it's the nature of,
of my circuitry,

Drowns, out all I hear,
no escape from this,
my new consciousness.

.

The me that you know,
he used to have feelings,
but the blood has stopped pumping,
and he is left to decay,

The me that you know,
is now made up of wires,
and even when I'm right with you,
I'm so far away.

I can try to get away,
but Ive strapped myself in,

I can try to scratch away,
the sound in my ears,

I can see it killing away,
all of my bad parts,

I don't want to listen,
but it's all too clear.

Hiding, backwards inside of me,
I feel so unafraid,
Annie, hold a little tighter,
I might, just slip away.

It won't give up, it wants me dead,

God damned this noise inside my head.