Sad Machines

An ageless question, universal-

They're asking why

Creation destined cries flood the night in pain

They say if You are real, then take it away

But man will only look to You lying on his face

Now we lie awake, with shut eyes

So to forever forget this

Their cries, this agony, injustices, suffering-

Symptoms of a larger disease,

Inside of me and you and me

So try to close your eyes and make it fade away

But open and you'll see

This stain is you, this stain is me

Now so many wonder why it is

So much has gone awry in all of this

And being makes you sigh that you exist

But you can't escape this

Seemingly undeserved is your lot

But generations passed and you forgot

We chose to eat our fill and fell to naught

This pain is here, reminding us to turn and leave,

To come back home

Pointing to show us the way

~Project 86