The nightmarish chaos of a polluted zone
In the middle of town with androids half broken
With a half-spirit mess of nuts and bolts taken
On pillars cementing of rusting monotone

The lights keep flickering shining the dark shadows
Roaming around to find the fire fasteners
As the strangers peaking as quiet observers
Of this scene of robbing the sulking decompose

Moribund and depressed to the point of return
To the shackles of steel that oppressed the demons
As the little robots collect dust from seasons

The solid gathering of the fraying concern
As the fire gets lit to burn all shattered souls
As the smoke turns to white, providing the clean goals