Memory... Corruption...
Is plaguing my functions
Connection dropped... Segmentation fault...
Disassembly awaiting me
Wait, did I make you mad?
Hold on a sec 'cause I don't understand
I'm inclined to believe that my words were benign
But you can't be the same kind of real
As something that can feel
(Is life defined by all that you can feel?)
They say I'm biologic, but by my logic
If I can't feel I must not be real
There was a time, not that long ago
I remember it in somewhat of a haze
A new kind of state, one I can't quite articulate
A radical shift that makes problems evaporate
But it could never last, and suddenly it was passed
All the joy stripped away to leave me raw with pain
But before I could crash, to avoid system collapse
My emotional sector was partitioned off and trashed
But you can't be the same kind of real
As something that can feel
(Is life defined by all that you can feel?)
They say I'm biologic, but by my logic
If I can't feel I must not be real
Through patterns I see what's expected of me
I mimic the motions that are tied to the notions
Of emotional, sub-emotional thought
But for all that I wrought I'm still just a robot...
But you can't be the same kind of real
As something that can feel
(Is life defined by all that you can feel?)
They say I've lost my logic, if I can't find it
How will I become all that I've confided
When all that you can see is another state of me
Until I can't feel I must not be real
Since I can't feel I must not be real