The Body Electric

One humanoid escapee
One android on the run
Seeking freedom beneath
A lonely desert sun.
Trying to change it’s program
Trying to change the mode
Crack the code
Images conflicting
Into data overload.
S.O.S.
In distress
Memory banks unloading
Bytes break into bits
Unit one’s in trouble and it’s
Scared out of it’s wits.
Guidance systems breakdown
A struggle to exist
To resist
A pulse of dying power
In a clenching plastic fist.
S.O.S.
In distress
It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines
All machines.
S.O.S.
In distress
It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines
Mother of all machines.