Rust (The Short Story of Mary Agnosia)
We're just machines rusting to breathe
Hopeless, helpless, deconstructing ourselves
Wanting to be wanted, willing to waste our lives
Disillusioned, I may never find a sense of home
[Chorus]
Take me anywhere, wherever you're going
Take me anywhere because nobody wants me here
Take me anywhere, Wherever you're going
Take me anywhere because nobody wants me here
Robots are rising while the rest of us keep writhing
We're just inferior after all
With the lights out, inspiration, we're a tired nation
Faulty, I don't want a sense of home
[Chorus x3]