Miss Machine

How am I supposed to be Both human and a machine Playing every string in the symphony Still expected to keep my empathy How am I supposed to remain A woman sweet and sane I am every block in the cemetery Where I have to turn stones into poetry My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic How am I supposed to breathe Lungs are not made of steel I am stuck in a soulless industry Suffocating quietly How am I supposed to feel No time for wounds to heal Slowly losing gravity Log out from reality My brain's become metallic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic My brain's become metallic But my heart is still organic