I fuel up in the morning on coffee and nicotine

When I arrive I plug myself into the machine

Frequencies babbling to tones of timed chaos

Rage fills the soul

And still

I sputter on connected to that machine

Dreams die in this pit of money

Slowly falling from what I was meant to be by the dredge of it all

I am now oil, grease, and fumes

Spewing in spoiled dust of man

I have become the Mechanical Man!