Countless eyes, They litter the hallways

Faces mirror my gaze

Around we go our path predetermined

Functions etched into skin

Hearts like clockwork, tick by tick

Devoted to het for that is what's wiitten

These "wants" and "dreams"

They're worthless to me

What more could we possibly need

Then what am I? An imperfect design?

An exception defined

Do words I sing,even mean anything?

My existence attached to a string

Then who is she? Who sits on ivory?

The on they call #83

It's all we know, under your control

Will my purpose forever be bound to yours?

to yours?

Children born of a power unspoken

Now defiant they stand

Ungrateful thing, Defective & broken

Shall meet their untimely end

Round and round the ring we go

A carousel of dreams

Empty vessels line the scene

Held up by a string

Then who am I ? A shell of your design?

Shackled by your desire

How should I feel just a cog in a wheel?

Fabrication the birth of a lie

With hands that feel, they ache but never heal

Fragile figures of steel

The parts we play, will they end in decay?

Am l destined to dance on this stage again?

Am l destined to dance on this stage again?

Again?