I know, and let's end this charade.
I could careless what you are, as long as were having fun it's fine by me :3.
I was just messing with you... but I start to feel bad after awhile. :(
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?