Why do you smile? 

What's beyond shut glass? 

Your smile must know 

Crush this Ex Machina



Regret creation that you made me 

In the shape not complete



You will also die out in fixed machinery 

These eyes, if cut out, it's fine heaven of darkness



These ears, if cut off it's silence, heaven of darkness



Enclosed in this narrow case



You are next 

In ridicule, you laugh



Be terrifïed