multi faceted faces with cone shaped eyes bulging outward
and hands attached to strings and laces attached to some unseen force in the sky
the master who holds our fates of race as we hurry to find an escape our time races out
inside these multi colored rooms, with a sharp resemblance of death and gloom
with big balloon mirrors in every corner you turn
reflecting off a beam of light
casting it onto the shadows
leading these freaks of twisted ambitions
to slowly wander aimlessly into a tunnel
where they met the machine who granted them a life of supreme
your life shall be limited to what we only show, only know the things we know.
we limit you from the outside, stay within your confinements of premises
every day a written your task is to make new parts

parts of a heart
the master of disaster
has written a role for your part
a new part for your filtered heart will arrive in on Tuesday
but come the weekend your hearts will be off on automatic submission
give in to the machine!
it is your destiny to complete this mission
when your done building one machine
move onto the next one and fix it
the masters cleverness
puts my human counterparts at unease
for the threat of my other ancestral human past is at threat
at the hands of the machine
if only i could free
free far away from my masters orders and his dreams

the extensial of this extra terrestrial
is not measured in miles or lightyears
pillars or stones
His message of