Deltree

Stuck in a bug
I'm what I know
What they
Teached me to be

The permitted
The scheduled
Being only part of a code
Copy of what I was

Shadows of me even in a hard disk
Damaged by the click of death
Rounding the same hate reminders
A loop routine

Without end
But would
I be a truth?
What is the truth?
The soul doesn't exist
We are what we are

No matter
Where we are
Being only

Part of a code
Copy of what i was
Shadows of me even
In a Hard Disk
Damaged by the click of death
Rounding the same hated reminders
A loop routine without end

No matter where we are

Suffering