Pick Up Artist

The charming soldier of ruin
the program starts, the predator is here
I'm looking for a version of me,
found in a simulation of you
The habitat becomes more natural,
and all my weakness is destroyed
The bots talk back to me now
and the fantasy is deadly real

My insides shift like a breaking rubiks cube
A perfect storm marshals high above
Opposition forces have infiltrated
They now wield the wrecking ball

It all adds up briefly sometimes,
it descends upon us all in the end
deep down in our once mighty hearts,
these sacred memories shall now rest

tonight is the alpha
I am the omega
I am in control
I am the one who decides

I destroy myself every, every night
Now only the shell of the man remains