They wound you up like a child's toy And pointed you into the fire And even as your plastic self began to melt You didn't know the end was near
They slit your throat like you were cattle Bled you out and left you dry And even as the warmth of red Rushed across your chest you said Is it okay if I ask why
CHORUS: Why does it feel so much like it's a stab in the back Like if you've let them in they're just poised for attack So how can anyone form anything that's real When everyone hates everyone for saying what they feel
You're conditioned not to notice Anything beyond your reach So when the windows open up You won't offer up a speech You'll just be silent like the windup toy they taught you all to be And I'll just smile as I'm melting down the man I thought was me
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