Getting The Human Out

You never go out
It's too hard to be up
The smiling makes you tired
But you tilt your mirror
And fixes your hair
For no one else to see

But you can't stop the question
That if you weren't so antiseptic
Would feeling be better than this?

But go on follow all the rules
To keep on numbing down the human side
I know you're looking for a cure
That you keep trying to get the human out

Ask the right questions
To the right people
And pay them for their answers
when they stop working
Find new solutions
There's one at every turn

Surely you can find it if you try
There must be a cure certain and sure
A cure for all your faults

Auction your faith to
the highest bidder
and follow every word
Pray to the man who
turns off the feeling
You cannot even name