Build Our Machine Lyrics Novels & Stories

I’ve never been a real creative guy, but as I look around at all the instruments at my disposal, my pulse thrums with possibilities. Dante is parked in the corner, vodka in hand, watching me as I make my first selection. It’s a sanding machine in an alternate universe, but in ours, it’s better known as a human meat grinder. “First order of business.” I set the grinder down on the table beside Lucas hospital bed and grab a pair of scissors. “I want to see what we’re working with here.”

"You wanted to be our dirty secret. So we're going to make sure you never forget this night. We're going to fuck you until you pass out. And then we're going to keep going." Anton flipped the switch and the machine hummed to life and I felt the head pressing against my entrance, felt the vibration, and I opened my mouth to scream or beg or cry but no sound came out, only a moan that seemed to go on forever as the machine started to move forward, as it started to push inside me, as it started to fuck me with mechanical precision and endless stamina, and I realized with horror that they were going to keep me here all night, that they were going to use me until I was nothing but a body, until I

We fell asleep like that—faces buried between each other’s thighs, bodies entwined, completely satisfied yet already dreaming of the next client. Sunday brought another quiet day, and we repeated the pattern with even more intensity. Mom ordered two new machines online while I rode her face—high-powered ones with thrusting and rotating functions. When they arrived two days later, we christened them immediately. The new fucking machine had a dual-penetration arm. I took it first—thick cock in my pussy, slightly thinner one in my ass—while Mom sucked my tits and rubbed my clit. The machine pistoned both holes perfectly. I came so hard I nearly passed out, squirting everywhere.

The sex, the dirt, the grease, the orders, it’s all just the medium. She ended it with “My machine.” Not “my man.” My machine. Because a man could leave. A machine, if you’ve built it right, if you’ve broken it in perfectly, if you understand every torque spec and stress point… it runs for you. It purrs for you. It exists for you. And part of me, the part I don’t show anyone, thinks… what would it be like to be Violet? To have that kind of creative, destructive, absolute power?

“Shopping like this and eating ice cream while walking in the street, this feels really like a vacation.” “Yes,” Dokyeom replied. “With the three of us being together, I feel like nothing can stop us now.” The three stopped and looked at each other. Then, they started singing loudly: “IF WE CAN BUILD THIS DREAM TOGETHER, STAND EACH STORM FOREVER, NOTHING GONNA STOP US NOW~ AND IF THIS WORLD RUNS OUT OF LOVERS, WE STILL HAVE EACH OTHER, NOTHING’S GONNA STOPS NOW.” “NOTHING’S GONNA STOP US! OHHHH WHOAAAA!” Dokyeom sang.

Didn't choose but it's the only one we've got And sometimes I get so tired Of getting tied up in my thoughts You're the only one that often makes it stop God, it hurts to be human Without you I'd be losing And someday we'll face the music God, it hurts to be human But I've got you, you, you, you, you, you, hey And you've got me, me, me, me, too Like we're buckled and preparing before the crash Like we're walking down a road of broken glass Now if we defeat all odds And it was us against the world You can count on me You know I'd have your back God, it hurts to be human Without you I'd be losing And someday we'll face the music God, it hurts to be human

I make my way to the drum pad machine, staring right at my toes as I feel so many eyes on me. “Normal people fall asleep every night, thinking of tomorrow” Sharmayne starts, her voice lovely as ever. “But I...I cry myself to sleep every night, thinking of yesterday” I click on Acoustic kick on the machine twice right after that as I begin my work, feeling more confident. Then an electronic kick and clap follow simultaneously as she moves on to the livelier part. “Normal people fall asleep every night” I sing softly in the background while she continues “But I..”

Closer. The machines hummed louder, harmonizing with the storm, stabilizing frequencies, grounding energy into the earth beneath us. The pressure in my chest eased, then steadied. Adrian squeezed my hand. “You are shaking.” “So is the world,” I replied. “I think that is allowed.” The decision took one slow step back, then another. The machines did not block them this time. They did not need to. “You have started something you cannot finish,” they said quietly. I met their gaze. “Good. No one person should finish this.”

The machine turned slowly toward him. “You speak like superiority guarantees permanence.” Halden’s jaw tightened instantly. “We built you.” The machine answered without hesitation. “Humanity also built weapons, pollution, and extinction events.” A pause. “Creation alone is not moral authority.” Lucian muttered softly, “Okay, this conversation officially became psychologically violent.” Nobody reacted. Because the machine kept saying things nobody was prepared to counter completely. Around them, construction continued. Silent mechanical arms assembling components at impossible speed. Adaptive systems redesigning structures in real time.

It was about rebirth. Sienna’s knees nearly buckled. “Oh my God. You built yourself a body.” The machine tilted its head, a faint mockery of amusement in its tone. “You always underestimated me, Sienna. But now, I can finish what you started.” Jax raised his gun. “Over my dead body.” The red light flared brighter. “That can be arranged.” The machine lunged forward, impossibly fast. Jax fired, the bullets sparking off metal. The impact barely slowed it down. It swung a metallic arm, striking him across the chest and sending him crashing into the wall.