Not quite right, not quite ticking;
the device in the head: broken and brutal.
It tells lies and lacks serotonin.
No one can tell: it hides inside the skull.

An alien in the body and a stranger in the brain -
everything is unknown, merely the soul belongs.
The soul screams sorrow yet too serene to be seen;
it will not be seen until it breaks down.

A strong wind blows: it slows you down,
the snow falls: it annoys,
the sun shines: the blood rises.
The cruel cruelty: the brain!

It orders, the tongue surrenders;
it decides, the body submits.
It dictates! It dictates! It dictates!
The human body is just a puff.