08 – Anatomize

ANATOMIZE

Lay down this table,
cold and perfectly clean,
I’ve been feeling so useless
like a wasted machine.

My circuits are bent, they warped any nerve,
waiting for my call, now that it’s my turn.

Remember all the tears you drop,
the emptiness, the broken bones,
forget your past.
Cut me open, hurt me more,
the loneliness of being alone,
I change, today.

I said loud and clear
my home’s not here,
I’m losing every day
till I won’t go away.

What matters in the end?
it’s different out there
for a broken machine
dreaming to escape
but it’s the same old game.

Remember all the tears you drop,
the emptiness, the broken bones,
forget your past.
Cut me open, hurt me more,
the loneliness of being alone,
I change, today.