The year before last
Seems like the distant past
A far flung reality
Nows my daily misery
I'm but one within the horde thats amassed
It looked like such a delicious cake
That my mom did one day bake
The candles I blew out
I never dreamed it would come about
My wish was such a mistake
I used to be called Steven
Now I'm something you scarcely believed in
I'm a cyborg warrior of the fourth platoon,
Used to be my favorite cartoon
I'm designated Three Four X Eleven
Everyday my gizmos whir
The days have become such a blur
I'm so bored,
Being part of the horde
The only constant is the engine's purr
Sometimes we go off to fight
Crossing the desert we're quite a sight
When our safety releases
Our enemies get chopped to pieces
And we leave the land covered in an oily blight
Sometimes I'm cut down and in pain
Makes me think I've gone insane
For if we come apart
Next is the restart
And we'll do it all over again
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