A sculpture constructed for 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, speechless

No gestures of my own will

Soulless, mindless, feeling less

Even death won't greet me still

Entrapment is all that's real

My mind is wired to your's

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