Why do you smile?
What's beyond shut glass?
Your smile must know
Crush this Ex Machina
Regret creation that you made me
In the shape not complete
You will also die out in fixed machinery
These eyes, if cut out, it's fine heaven of darkness
These ears, if cut off it's silence, heaven of darkness
Enclosed in this narrow case
You are next
In ridicule, you laugh
Be terrified