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 I'm 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 that's 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 I'm tired of this game Playing with my mind