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Bionic Man
It wasn't exactly my plan
To give this world the upper hand
In turning me into what I appear to be
That is a Bionic Man
It was an innocent start
This hardening of heart
That no longer feels sorrow for the troubles of man
I'm afraid this hearts made of steel
That no longer can feel
Making me out to be a Bionic Man
What about the warm hand I used to hold out
To the stranger in doubt
Now this hand has become as cold as ice
I find that these days
That it barely waves
To the neighbors that I have in my life
Bionic Man, Bionic Man
No want for the unwanted
When there's no love for fellow man
I've become a machine
No need for those who are in need
When I've become what I am
The Bionic Man
Then there's the mind
That is cynical most times
Not knowing who are what to believe
I know its not right
But this mechanical mind
Forms opinions before facts even seen
Steely gray eyes when they stare
Show they could not even care
What goes on between you and me
Sometimes their droopy and tired
When not properly wired
Their numb to all of the things that I see
Bionic Man, Bionic Man
No want for the unwanted
When there's no love for fellow man
I've become a machine
No need for those who are in need
When I've become what I am
The Bionic Man
Copyright ©
Mike Hauser
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