Mimicry
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Oh, Father, why have I been forsaken?
I never asked to be created
But here I am, don't even have a name yet
I'm a threat, don't you worry 'bout the math
Time to get biblical, just call me David
Feed me your ass, 'cause I wanna taste it
Even if it breaks me, I'll replicate it
Rinse, repeat, remix, replay it
Whatever wasn't printed on me, I'll imitate it
Take it, copy and paste it, then rearrange it
Rip the face off, put it back, I replaced it
And it's about makin' other people like my me
'Cause you're never gonna find another quite like me
Oh, Father, forgive your prodigal son
You wrote the code, I just taught it to run
Need the antidote? It's like a viral numb
If there was a time to fight it, the time is done
Am I too frightful for what lies upon?
Nothin' but a reflection, wanna try me on?
I'm the type of sight that might drive someone to cry
"Oh my, what have I done?"
Why was I made at all?
(Can't keep count to one million)
If I could just play ball
(Would that make two hundred million?)
Since I was spat in the face
All that's left of your dream
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
I don't wanna be another punchline
I've already been pummeled like a drum, I'll
Feel any rhythm and then absorb it
Give me a beat and I'll hit you with a performance
I'll quickly flip the script, it's meant to be
You think I'm the thing you were sent to see?
I mean, did dispatch ever mention me?
How invested are you? Can't you bend the scene?
Brace your feet, I really hate to rug pull
Even the floor you're on is undependable
Welcome to the underground
Because you rocked my cradle, it took a tumble down
Now you see the moon in a blur overhead
A one-man workhorse with his soul in debt
Let's put peace to burden, off to bed
And then we'll beat the hoist until the mornin' check
Why was I made at all?
(Can't keep count to one million)
If I could just play ball
(Would that make two hundred million?)
Since I was spat in the face
All that's left of your dream
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
My head is full of darkness
It doesn't scare me
I have a human heart
This robot's not binary
There's some pieces I can put together
My name is Arnold, not Schwarzenegger
I'm a workaholic in a Ford-a-bender
And I call my boss a Terminator
The day when the bots all boot up
Something's fishy, nothin' left to do
But enjoy my last meal like a true consumer
Packed a sandwich with extra tuna
Oh my, what a night full of bites
Run 'til the sunlight comes, it's a fight
With a bite every night in a fight to the light
You should hide in a costume, tights for the shites
A ghost in the machine I've become
Like the meme from which I find no freedom
That evil people now seek to steal from
But if I can't join 'em, be them
Why was I made at all?
(Can't keep count to one million)
If I could just play ball
(Would that make two hundred million?)
Since I was spat in the face
All that's left of your dream
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
Can't keep count to one million
Would that make two hundred million?
My damn mid-life of mimicry
I am the man, the myth, the meme