Max Kuvaev - Device

i went to have a test
wanted to know what suited me best
maybe i'd excel as a crazy animal defender
or maybe being a butcher would suit me much better
but the machine had an independent mind
it said i definitely was of its own gizmo kind

i've been classified as a device
i have binoculars instead of eyes
i don't have blood but oil
i don't have hands
only airfoils
i wonder if there is room for soul

i lost a monster who used to define me as a man
who used to live in my heart and in my head
it's very clear why the machine thought me a kin
i'm now much more mechanic than i've ever been

i've been classified as a device
i have binoculars instead of eyes
i don't have blood but oil
i don't have hands
only airfoils
i wonder if there is room for soul

i went to have a test that would tell
why i felt like living in some little killing hell
i thought i'd be told to become a driver or a simply good guy
though i never thought i'd get that kind of reply
but machines always see truth by their smart hi-tech eyes
and one of them told me i was a device

Max Kuvaev

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