Android - Admiral Angry

What’s this machine that feeds me

Digesting feeling insatiably

Cooking up nothing in everyone

My hands are too numb to feel shit

I’m high as god

I must be if they feed me

Fit came to begotten

It’s everything failed to feel

Confronted by what you thought to be

What an animal, a beast, a stray

Escaping myself

Fucking up and giving birth to a shell

Android

What’s this machine that feeds me

Digesting feeling insatiably

Cooking up nothing in everyone

My hands are too numb to feel shit

I’m high as god

I must be if they feed me

I was coming from the darkest sum

Of the fears of my fantasies

Never to become true

Mysteries pass us through

Fortune cooked paths of mold

Trashing my fast patience

Pulling for gold

Fucking crashing