Was I brought here? Was I born here?
Already trapped in the corner
Well, at least I've got company
Always logged on with my eyes pried
Letting life fall by the wayside
For the drivel in front of me
And that consoling screen
It's got its hooks in me
Now nothing's free, not even my time
But it's so hard to tell
When in an open cell
This private hell is so benign
No more of the caged birds sing
Can't see the bars, or feel the clipped wings
Hook me up to that machine
Before I start noticing
Gate was open, but we stayed still
Been sedated by the blue pill
Now we can't see our way out of this hole
Think I've fallen ill, I'm gonna walk home
Got a bad case of the Stockholm
Disturbed yet down with the syndrome
And that seductive screen
Has got me salivating
And damn it's such a tempting dose
I might have a key
But I can't seem to leave
Everyone's an agoraphobe
No more of the caged birds sing
Cant see the bars, or feel the clipped wings
Hook me up to that machine
Cuz the illusion's so convincing
No more of the caged birds sing
No they haven't got an inkling
Hook me up to that machine
Before I start noticing