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Scream

We have glass instead skin. Our vines are just wires. Where is our scheme? It is there on the ice. Our hands are just traps. Our eyes’re telescopes. Our ears are seashells. Think over – whаt are we? It’s a scream out of my ill soul. It’s a scream of the robot’s heart. And to live I need like you oil It’s empty. My head is too hot. We have chips instead brains. Our tongues’re made of rubber. We don’t have any reasons For catching cold, sobbing. Our nails’re made of steel. We have wheels instead feet. Who are we, were and will? Please, no answer, just sit… It’s a scream out of my ill soul. It’s a scream of the robot’s heart. And to live I need like you oil It’s empty. My head is too hot.
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