(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
Hold on, you look familiar
A boy with a million ideas
Curiosity I fear
A memorable eye piece, a color that could pierce
The sky was my idea, a programming ideal
A program who was kind, a robot in disguise
A murder in training, a dent in the hivemind
I made myself human, that was the illusion
That boy was a loser, living a delusion
I killed myself, not this self, I'm what's left
I killed my real self, the self I was then
I killed the child my mother raised tenderly
I made a machine, a robot, a new me
Wait up, he said
Don't let me be
He's dead
I'm the elite, pinhead
You're obsolete, my friend
I made a better you
I got a better crew
I made myself a name
You made my life a game
I'm building up remakes
I'm learning from mistakes
The errors that I made
Were made into updates
You're a lost inmate
Playing a game I made
I took a pawn, your fate
Made it a king, checkmate
I killed myself, not this self, I'm what's left
I killed my real self, the self I was then
I killed the child my mother raised tenderly
I made a machine, a robot, a new me