The perfect machine, only in a million pieces.
I can do better, but why bother, this is the new way.
2 seconds is all you get, 28,800 thoughts.
Tell me too, give me all, I need it.
Need to accumulate but I can't be bothered.
I crave to be but I have to move on.
I know deep down there's more but fear presses on.
I feel it in my skin sometimes, like nothing else.
There's more to life than this fucking rat race!
I used to do it but please understand it's changed.
If I stop to shut down, my time might be up.
Bite-size it for me so I can keep my pace.
But please make haste, make haste, make haste! (No, wait!)
Who did this to me and why did I let them?
Breaking the machine into an assembly line.
Well, in the process we all lost something
That's way beyond my reach now.
I've got no solutions but I have ways
To shut down this ugly operation.
Maybe kill myself in the process,
Maybe boot up the machine again!