Assemblage 23 Automaton
Inside the beige expanse
Between the two extremes
Reality begins to flicker
A wall with no detail
A face with no expression
A gun with a missing trigger
No anger or despair
No ecstasy or bliss
Just a husk left with no feeling
Shambling through life
In non-descript surroundings
A soul that's worth concealing
No ups
No downs
Emotion gone
No blood
No soul
Automaton
Emotionally inert
Sporadically alert
The drone of the world is numbing
The traffic howls outside
The rumble of machines
Seem to warn of what is coming
The pressure starts to build
While the surface is pristine
There's no sign of doom impending
But cracks begin to form
An aperture in bloom
A threshold to somber endings
No ups
No downs
Emotion gone
No blood
No soul
Automaton
Distant and detached
Impassive and aloof
The bullets start to rip through the building
Splinters taking flight
Through nebulas of smoke
And the cries of the unwilling
Emotion overwhelms
A hurricane of fear
A moment of realization
The monster hid inside
Until it couldn't sleep
A disastrous abomination
No ups
No downs
Emotion gone
No blood
No soul
Automaton
