He's this machine of men.
My body guard this machine.
He holds his club as his veins define his temples.
This machine protects me from the perverted tremble.
My machine can scream and find love.
She is a siren of the sea and he is the captain's crew.
She took the blood diamond and apart they then grew.
She took the boy, the boy she took.
The boy is just a boy, the boy is part machine.
My machine wrote his name, and he wrote his name big.
He is programmed to protect and protect he did.
He is programmed to serve and serve he did.
He is programmed to love and love he does.
He's my brother and my friend
He's this machine of men.
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