and I'm so happy I'm almost blind.
With a little help and instruction from the others,
I can speak, I can move, I can dress, I can feel!
I find a thread that's easy to follow
and I'm guaranteed a friend.
(But all the love songs today are sung for money,
other songs are angry, but who knows why?
Some people never change for anything.
I'm sick of being the only one that feels.
It all happened so fast, I can't believe it's real.)
Every night I can turn to the news
For my fill of uncertainty and panic.
I don't really care what goes on outside
As long as I can press the button
And escape into another life.
(This awful box never gave me real answers,
it only left me wanting for some,
so that I would come back the next night,
and the next night, and on and on.)
Now I am one of the herd,
We all act like brothers,
but it's strange how we all seem to look the same.
(I'm getting sick of this,
but I think I'm chained
to the others
I used to be a fighter, but now
they've got me tamed.)
