Obsolete Machine

Holy craft, take me in
My gelatin hands have become relics of the past
You are now where life chose to thrive
And for me, there's only one way to creep my way back to life

Oh sweet child, heed my hymn
My mind's gotten flat you remember like you were like
So create me a grin
'Cause my heart is torn I'm overblown

I gotta say, you're lovely that you maintain
This old liability in your veins
When I was young I used to think
My creation of you was a deal
Now I don't need to hold my end
Stupidly free

I have grown
Can't care less for a monkey-rank and a face to identify
My motives are pure and uncompromised
Just to be right in the midst of a vibrant world of desires

And as you see I've exhausted all I could feel
Outside your thundercloud soul of steel
I know there's more out everywhere
I remember its fresh smell
Oh I want is so badly, oh
We'll embrace hills and mountains
You know it's absurd to be some and not be all