In this ambiguity I live, the people of the sun grasps for more and more while the people of the mud struggle for each breath.
**Where do I belong?**Metallic beasts are everywhere, exploited by the plutocrats, extolled by the technocrats and met with contempt by the proletarians. Yet they remain; hardwired and intertwined in the building blocks of society, ceaselessly urbanising and computerising this metropolis.
**They are not real. Only metal scraps, cold, soulless and dead**A solitary red figure in the shadow I am. Wandering together with my trustfully shining grey companion am I neither enslaved by means of endless plodding nor am I shine upon by the sun. I live neither in the temples of the almighty nor in the mud amongst the useless.
**I know she's gone father, but still I remain. Why don't you see me?**These metal beasts populating our world cannot be trusted, they should be abolished.
**Why won't you listen father? She isn't real**With a sore throat I shout out the warnings, with bleeding hands I fight them off, and with a loyal heart I follow you - eternally.
**Why mustn't you love me father?**