Machines
Too cold and grey
Machines
To stay a safe distance away
Machines
To keep our feelings at bay
Machines
To put you in the driver's seat
Machines
To voice your speak

Machines
Live in your subconscious
And your idle thoughts give them life
When you speak
They listen
When you're silent
They feel your pain

They pretend not to care
But on the other side, of every human
Is a machine to help you get there
And a handle for you to grip