A sculpture constructed for the perfect system
Not knowing your true origin
You wander through life as instructed
Not
knowing the end of it all
The entity has written your life
Showed you your path but not how to walk it
I know now the
reason
Why these visions from beyond
Haunted me through life
As a supposed guidance
So this is your way
Of showing me
the truth
Im tired of this game
Playing with my mind
Hands that cannot move
Eyes that cannot see
Mouth that cannot
speak
And a body that cannot feel
Lifeless, limbless, speachless
No gestures of my own will
Soulless, mindless, feeling
less
Even death wont greet me still
Entrapment is all thats real
My mind is wired to yours
How long will you test my
strength
What follows when I am dead
How long will you test my strength
What follows once I am gone
Wired to
you
Encagement is all I feel
So this is your way
Of showing me the truth
Im tired of this game
Playing with my
mind
[Music: Cyrus | Lyrics: Athera & Memnock | October 2000]