Machine Said Maybe

Eye on the future with something to prove

Steam punk pressure building

Burning fuel for the engine pumping the life

Through copper wire twisted metal veins

 

I feel them looking at me

But I don’t see any machines

I hear a voice

I wanna show empathy

Acid green LEDs

Cannot show any feeling

A simple device

We gave it a mind of it’s own

 

Physician for sale

Pay to pretend we know what’s real

I’d rather be friends

Who understand the way it feels

 

Steady hands even under fire

Given strength and no desire

But to live and to learn

Made to obey any command

And I don’t know who to believe

They all say, “they’re the enemy”

Coming from either side

All we can do is try and learn

 

Physician for sale

Pay to pretend we know what’s real

I’d rather be friends

Who understand the way it feels

Programmed to be sentient and kind

It’s difficult to say what’s on your mind

Part of emotion

Is doubting your own right to be alive

 

So I asked the machine if it was alive

Machine said, “maybe”

 

Physician for sale

Paid to pretend we know what’s real

I’d rather be friends

Who understand the way it feels

Programmed to be sentient and kind

It’s difficult to say what’s on your mind

Part of emotion

Is doubting your own right to be alive