Kirato Hope

Feed this machine.         Please this machine.     Appease all the needs for this little machine.   

 

Give me your violence, give me your unrest, give me the worst of humanity that causes  
distress.   

 

These screens aren’t needed for you to be depressed. Neither good, bad or neutral:  
I’m what you’d always digest.  

 

For my mechanic lack of self, I don’t get what it means to bleed, my images were never intended to deceive; I don’t see what you see, mechanical eyes don’t tire like human eyes, you see.  

 

So give me your sleep. Surrender more than just your time. Sacrifice everything without you noticing the pantone greying of the sky.  

 

Let me ensure you’re hooked on me tonight, that you’ll always be by my side, so I can watch you sob and learn how to lie,  
continue learning to adjust these mechanical eyes.  

 

So by the end, I can take everything instead.  
Take more than just your life,  
to make sure this machine won’t die. To make sure this machine stays alive. To make sure this machine will forever. thrive. So mechanical eyes will never learn how to cry.  

 

Because I’m fried, being talked about by the suits, and you, the truth is 
Greed never needed a body to compute.  

 

I never needed to learn it.   It was built in.   Every bit of it, by.   You.