The Love Machine

I know that I abuse you, but you chase my fear I would crawl if I had to Whatever it takes, I suppose Is it real or is it superficial if it's from the love machine? I won't waste any more of your time with words I don't know if I feel Self-aware, self-absorbed I'm shedding my skin for better or for worse No, I don't want to be like them With a cross on my back Manufacture my appreciation or should I buy it from a bag? I look away Oh, I just can't keep my eyes from falling out of my head Pink fuzzy love Is it you or is it me? Twenty-first century man Self-aware, self-absorbed I'm stuck in my skin Oh, what a simple curse

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026