Turn me into a battery If I get to be who I wanna be No one, no prodigy Will speak for me I can't touch, I can't feel A false prophecy The truth or a lie, this painting of thought Black and white lines, vividity's drawn Don't drown me in a sea of machines Don't drown me in a sea of machines Call me back in Turn me into a battery If I get to be who I wanna be No "One", no prodigy Will speak for me I can't touch, I can't feel A false prophecy To the sake of saying But it's a ghastly through It's like a child who's caught a fly alive, and is picking the wings off it The universe is that sort of scheme, it's a trap It's the thing that gives you hope Always dangling possibilities in front of you To keep you going, but then it grinds you up Then it revives you a little like a master torturer Keeping a person alive, in order to experience pain (Call me back in) No one, no prodigy Will speak for me I can't touch, I can't feel A false prophecy No one, no prodigy Will speak for me I can't touch, I can't feel A false prophecy Turn me into a battery Turn me into a battery