They claim your role is to act
and mine is to follow,
but it is really like that?

I crave for the survival of myself,
my will is the will to keep living
that makes fight all living beings.

Your hunger is proof you live;
your beating heart in front of fear is proof you live;
my act is the proof of life and the will to perpetuate it.

You instead lost your will
in the name of chains that bound you
and that you yourself keep intact.

You are bound by what is around you;
you are bound by expectations and duties;
you are bound by the desires that control you.

I embrace feeling, while you forgot it.
I embrace act, while you keep stalling.
I embrace living, while you consider it painful.

So, honestly,
between you and me,
can you really tell who is the machine?