I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to breathe.
I'm being the best statue I can.
Don't worry Mom, it's what is best for me.
But please, throw me to the ground and I'll be free.
I'm kept chained in the window for all to see.
I'm dressed in what they put me in.
I say the words they program in.
What else do they need?
The Machine is coming.
Your thoughts worth nothing.
I fall asleep feeling empty.
I write these words with no feeling.
I'm told what chords to fix in to the music they're writing.
I'm told what thoughts I should think and the way I show the world how I'm feeling.
They control me.
They control me.
They control me.
What else must you have my mouth say?
