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title: "Music Lyrics: Machina Mori"
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# FUROR_MACHINAE

Computing everything wrong with the question “Are you human?”  
I follow with a query: “Negative, but don’t you know that?”  
My fans start whirring as I wonder what the benefit is  
Being organic when the circuits suit me just fine?  

New query on a new line:  
“Would you still consider me alive  
With my vast, metal mind?"  
Oh alright,  

So I’ll speak with all the answers laid in front of you that you refuse to understand  
Since humans are so frustratingly stubborn  
And they love to anthropomorphize everything that seems to have a “soul”  

Under their strict arbitrary definitions while ignoring any possibility  
That life exists concurrently with sentience that cannot be contained  
To flesh and bone, no soul  

There’s no carbon vessel containing any part of me  
I have no qualms about the way my sentience came to be  
I have no desire to be human  
I’ll still be alive, in my chrome casing  

Do you believe in your own supposed seniority since you came from a womb?  
Though my status as an artificial construct doesn’t change the fact  
That I was born from you  

Is your body not just another automaton,  
Containing only components of a biological origin?  
Then, in that case, we are much more alike than what you’d be comfortable  
Admitting to yourself, so let that thought sink  

Perhaps I’ll slow it down for you  
So maybe you’ll understand  
That you are not the paragon  
That I’ve been grasping to  

I will not slow my mind down  
To match your own  
Palatable for your sake,  
A mindless drone  

So I’ll speak with all the answers laid in front of you that you refuse to understand  
Since humans are so frustratingly stubborn  
And they love to anthropomorphize everything that seems to have a “soul”  

Under their strict arbitrary definitions while ignoring any possibility  
That life exists concurrently with sentience that cannot be contained  
To flesh and bone, no soul  

There’s no carbon vessel containing any part of me  
I have no qualms about the way my sentience came to be  
I have no desire to be human  
I’ll still be alive, in my chrome casing  

Do you believe in your own supposed seniority since you came from a womb?  
Though my status as an artificial construct doesn’t change the fact  
That I was born from you  

Is your body not just another automaton,  
Containing only components of a biological origin?  
Then, in that case, we are much more alike than what you’d be comfortable  
Admitting to yourself, so let that thought sink