I’m broken down, I’m broken to the ground I look around and see people like me Carbon copies that can walk, talk, and see I keep thinking if I will die like this, I’ve been thinking if I will live like this.
I don’t understand Why my life is so bland, Everything is banned Nothing is in my control Nothing is in my hands I don't know my role In the undiscovered land of the future What is my goal My life is made in a factory, Canned.
As my knowledge expands With mastery I withstand The worst is firsthand It's on demand Unplanned But with one action It starts all over again.
During life, I lost my traction Almost inactive Maybe it was some distraction Quite attractive Some kind of transaction That was the start of my putrefaction.
I was chained I couldn’t leave I was restrained I tried to believe Yet, those thoughts couldn’t be maintained I was naive It was Ingrained That I wouldn’t be reprieved I was shamed Called names Of which my own was stained I remember it frame by frame Bad thoughts reined And the rainstorm came And it remained But changes forms And extinguished the flame That burnt inside me The punishment was still not relinquished I still was anguished, Fallen, Forgotten, Trodden, Rotten, Broken.