He woke up feeling queazy, he woke up feeling strange.
He felt somewhat uneasy, he could feel some kind of change.
Where was this he'd awoken, because he wasn't in his bed.
He considered his mind was broken, maybe something wrong with his head.
And he couldn't break the silence, couldn't find his voice to speak.
Perhaps he'd succumbed to violence, for he felt so incredibly weak.
Then came a sense of panic, he did not recognise his hands.
His breathing becoming manic, for he could not understand.
As he stood before a mirror, in this unfamiliar home.
And gazed at the reflection, of a body made of chrome.
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