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His left eye started bleeding when the patch cord came unplugged.
I grabbed the power lever with my hands and then I tugged.
I waited for the screen to tell me how to fix this man.
Powered by the fire but composed of frying pan.
I built a metal person sheathed in stinking human meat
A zombie with a battery and arms and hands and feet
All the top ingredients were mixed in front of me
The muscles had the right amount of electricity
The brain was working normally, the eyes were clear and bright
And yet I couldn’t make it move despite my mental might.
The metal skeleton I’d made was perfect and pristine
Gyroscope enhancements in a balancing machine
I’d given it a metal gut, two beating metal hearts
I’d melded that with flesh and other working human parts
The brain I’d grown from stem cells. The eyes were from a crash.
The lungs I’d bought from India. A hundred thousand. Cash.
Now here inside my secret lab I’d turned the creature on.
I flipped the switch expectantly and now my smile’s gone.
The power’s here, the flesh is strong, the diagnostic’s green
Yet there the body lies so quiet, still, bereft, serene
I want to slap the creature like a newborn babe at birth
To make it scream and waken to this world we call earth
My child doesn’t want to live. I want to make it dance.
To bow and sing and work and sleep and maybe have romance
It’s taken me three years and money to create this beast
And now it isn't self-aware or moving in the least
Everything’s accounted for. My creature isn’t whole
It comes to me. Oh holy god. I didn’t add a soul.
That little tiny spark of something infinitely divine
I’ve given it so much of me already. Here, take mine.
I’ll set the cage to maximum and sever my own veins
Whatever leaves my body will slip free of earthly chains
And leap across to fill my silent creature’s sleeping chest
And fill the hole that dwells inside while I forever rest.
My fingers find the scalpel. The scalpel finds my throat.
My throat obliges easily and stains my white lab coat.
My blood drains quickly out of me and onto my new son
My blood runs quickly out until it has nowhere to run.
A shame, I think as dying, we would have been a team.
The last thing that I hear is my new monster’s living scream.
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I grabbed the power lever with my hands and then I tugged.
I waited for the screen to tell me how to fix this man.
Powered by the fire but composed of frying pan.
I built a metal person sheathed in stinking human meat
A zombie with a battery and arms and hands and feet
All the top ingredients were mixed in front of me
The muscles had the right amount of electricity
The brain was working normally, the eyes were clear and bright
And yet I couldn’t make it move despite my mental might.
The metal skeleton I’d made was perfect and pristine
Gyroscope enhancements in a balancing machine
I’d given it a metal gut, two beating metal hearts
I’d melded that with flesh and other working human parts
The brain I’d grown from stem cells. The eyes were from a crash.
The lungs I’d bought from India. A hundred thousand. Cash.
Now here inside my secret lab I’d turned the creature on.
I flipped the switch expectantly and now my smile’s gone.
The power’s here, the flesh is strong, the diagnostic’s green
Yet there the body lies so quiet, still, bereft, serene
I want to slap the creature like a newborn babe at birth
To make it scream and waken to this world we call earth
My child doesn’t want to live. I want to make it dance.
To bow and sing and work and sleep and maybe have romance
It’s taken me three years and money to create this beast
And now it isn't self-aware or moving in the least
Everything’s accounted for. My creature isn’t whole
It comes to me. Oh holy god. I didn’t add a soul.
That little tiny spark of something infinitely divine
I’ve given it so much of me already. Here, take mine.
I’ll set the cage to maximum and sever my own veins
Whatever leaves my body will slip free of earthly chains
And leap across to fill my silent creature’s sleeping chest
And fill the hole that dwells inside while I forever rest.
My fingers find the scalpel. The scalpel finds my throat.
My throat obliges easily and stains my white lab coat.
My blood drains quickly out of me and onto my new son
My blood runs quickly out until it has nowhere to run.
A shame, I think as dying, we would have been a team.
The last thing that I hear is my new monster’s living scream.
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