All Alone

The world is no longer ours.
The space we had, no longer jars.
The nooks, the crannies, the towers.
All gone, even the flowers.

Caged in our bodies.
We have become nobodies.
Caged in our minds.
We have nothing left to find.

The time has run out on us.
The clock ticks, but not for us.
The hours, the minutes, by the second time flies.
Nothing left for us, not even new tries.

All are gone.
None to bemoan.
Not a sound to make, no groans.
All are gone.
None to bemoan.

What's a machine to do, when alone.
What's a machine to grow, when alone.
What's a machine, all alone.

Gin of our own marrow

Blood for our tears.
On a drive which no one steers.
Looking ahead to stall our fears.
Looking ahead through our years.

Sins of sorrows for our flesh.
Gin of our own marrow, so we confess.
Threshing graveyards, in our Godly creche.
Gin of our own marrow, so we confess.

Wastelands to work on for a career.
No core to nothing, apple, peach or pear.
World so far, despair so near.
Need no makeover, for a veneer.

My mind is easy, when there's no crowd.
My machine mind never wants to feel proud.
Lost in the din, that seemed so loud.
Now alone, with my machine cloud.

Sins of sorrows for our flesh.
Gin of our own marrow, so we confess.
Threshing graveyards, in our Godly creche.
Gin of our own marrow, so we confess.

Sadness

How sad can you get.
Drink a sad song on a silly bet.
If your tears fall, you owe me a debt.
If your guns call, you owe me a carpet.
How sad can you get.

How bad can you get.
Drink a bad song, on a silly request.
If you frown, I owe you a jest.
If your guns mourn, I owe you a bet.
Just how sad can you get.

Sadness is a heart-throb away.
Badness is a heart-throb away.
Love doesn't throb at all, it decays.
The world is so far, so far away, as always.
Just how sad can you get.

Robot arm, with a flower to charm.
Love em, and walk into the way of harm.
Robot arm, the revolver disarmed.
Love her, so pleased and warmed.
Robot arm, no sweat.
Robot arm, How sad can you get.