Pick Up Artist
The charming soldier [bad word] 
the program starts, the predator is here
I'm looking for a version of me,
found in a simulation of you
The habitat [bad word] more natural,
and all my weakness is destroyed
The bots talk back to me now
and the fantasy is deadly real 

My insides shift like a [bad word] cube
perfect storm marshals high above
Opposition forces have infiltrated
They now wield the wrecking ball

It all adds up briefly sometimes,
it descends upon us all in the end
deep down in our once mighty hearts,
these sacred memories shall now rest 

tonight is the alpha
I am the omega
I am in control
I am the one who decides

I destroy myself every, every night
Now only the shell of the man remains