disrepair

from scraps i was made
given life and battery
my heart was taken from a power drill's core
translucent soul tell me what is it for?

i set the pace for a modern world
then collapsed into obsolete
cannot compete with a broken machine
left for the hounds i am the scraps beneath the table
beg!
what should i fear?
i've got no blood to bleed
what should i fear?
no hungry mouth to feed

no remorse for the worn
has brought me to an end
there was a time when i pushed so hard
i was indestructible then
i set the pace for a modern world
then collapsed into obsolete
cannot compete with a broken machine
left for the hounds i am the scraps beneath the table
beg!

what should i fear?
i am becoming old
a dysfunction
(at least that's what i am told)

sympathy will do me no good!
i live with the tyranny of knowing i'm done!
i'm done! i'm done!