Terminal Man

Perhaps we're all born into this world like a hard drive with these preinstalled somethingorothers that release certain chemicals so you don't feel much of a need for change in your environment, and you think "perhaps this is the right thing to do," and so you seek more of this thing to get more of this chemical to get more of this feeling, and then perhaps the adults all come along with their rules and to get a little more of it you'll have to do what they all tell you , and then in the end you're nothing more than preinstalled programs and postinstalled programs and cells and currents and chemicals... isn't it all so gross?
And your flesh! It bleeds when you poke little holes,
and it rips, and it burns, and it bruises!
And the vegetables and the fruits
and the animals and the insects...
But machines!
Machines are so nice, aren't they?
They're cold, silent, calm...
Wouldn't it be nice to be a machine,
or maybe a ghost?
I wonder...