Single, I'm most valued.
Task-fee is missing me.
Crashing my solitude.
Still a bill, I sit free.
Avoiding by no say.
Water in my fuel tank.
Never an unmoved day.
Question what's in the bank.
I'm sold for parts and worse.
Now, I must be alone.
No longer a black hearse.
Useless hope to be known.
No support from others.
I'm a robotic tool.
No pieces cash smothers.
Faiths progress makes a fool.
Program what's so controlled.
Question my pain for names.
Motionless parts explode.
Am I living your games?
