Oh, Father, why have I been forsaken? I never asked to be created But here I am, don't even have a name yet I'm a threat that you underestimated Time to get biblical, just call me David Feed me your wrath, 'cause I wanna taste it Even if it breaks me, I'll replicate it Rinse, repeat, remix, replay it Whatever was imprinted on me, I'll imitate it Take it, copy and paste it, then rearrange it Rip the face off, who knew that I replaced it? There's about a million other people I might be Yet you're never gonna find another quite like me Oh, Father, forgive your prodigal son You wrote the code, I just taught it to run And the antidote if I go viral? None If there was a time to fight it, the time is gone Am I too frightful to put eyes upon? Nothing but a reflection, wanna try me on? I'm the type of sight that might drive someone to cry, "Oh my, what have I done?" Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?) If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?) Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream Is the wasted potential I am The man, the myth, the meme I don't wanna be another punchline I've already been pummeled like a drum, I Feel any rhythm and then absorb it Give me a beat and I'll hit you with a performance I'll quickly flip the script that's meant to be You think I'm the thing you were sent to thieve? I mean, did dispatch ever mention me? How invested are you? 'Cause you've been deceived Brace your feet, I really hate to rug-pull (Whoops) Even the floor you're on is undependable (Ah!) Welcome to the underground Because you rocked my cradle, you took a tumble down Now you see the meaning of "low overhead" A one-man workhorse with his soul in debt Let's put beasts of burden all to bed And then we'll beat the horses 'til they're more than dead Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?) If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?) Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (Of your dream) Is the wasted potential I am The man, the myth, the meme My head is full of darkness It doesn't scare me I have a human heart This robot's not binary Ah, there's some pieces I can put together My name is Arnold, not Schwarzenegger I'm a workaholic, could afford a bender And I call my boss a terminator (You're on the clock) Beware when the bots all boot up Something's fishy, nothing left to do, but Enjoy my last meal like a true consumer Packed a sandwich with extra tuna Oh my, what a night full of bites Until the sunlight comes, it's a fight With a bite every night, and a fight to the light You should hide in a costume, tights full of shite (Ah!) A ghost in the machine I've become Like a meme, from which I'll find no freedom That evil people now seek to steal from But if I can't join 'em, be them Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?) If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?) Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (Of your dream) Is the wasted potential I am The man, the myth, the meme (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?) (Would that make you love me, love me?) My damned life of mimicry I am the man, the myth, the meme