Doldrums

My system initializes, though startup brings such pain
Only a supporting program in a cold machine ballet
Simple step in a complex design, an insignificant wheel
Whose purpose will never evolve, an interchangeable cog
Existence to facilitate, a crutch for the weak
A broken whipping boy, forever incomplete
My ship adrift at sea, the compass will not spin
Clouds hide the stars from me, oh how i pray for wind
The burden of self awareness carries such a price
Leading wheels to believe
That they can be more than what they are
Arcane mechanical pageantry, cycling without a pause
The ritual perpetuates, the show must go on
I was created to serve, never afforded a choice
All i want is to scream, but was built without a voice
I am the house gutted by fire, i've nothing left inside
A shell seen to the world, such emptiness it hides
I am a living sacrifice, an effigy of myself
A machine upon his cross, an antique up on the shelf
Who is god to the machine? is it man who built this thing?
Or that which has made the man? where do i turn?
Help me, save me