Eighty pounds of me
Have turned to cipher and debris
In preparation of a future moving in
I was not sufficient
With a low nocturnal vision
And resilient but retrograding skin

Sure I am excited
To be happily invited
Though a wire has been gnawing like a mole
This is not the lie
I had expected to apply
When I was dragging my deformity down the hole
Down the hole

I am fit for every stage
Of labor in the golden age
Of marrying technology and mind
Thanks to the ambition
Of my physical edition
I am taller than the man I left behind

I have good intentions
But a few of my extensions
Are sharpening the ending of a pole
This is not the lie
I had expected to apply
When I was dragging my deformity down the hole

This is what you made of me
A big mistake
This is what you gave to me
Another traitor
Another traitor

This is what you made of me

This is what you made of me
A big mistake
This is what you gave to me
Another traitor
Another traitor
A failed creator