I'm just sitting around,
Pounding the ground.
Got too many fears,
To go walking in town.
Social workers ring,
Sayin I need help to think.
But got briefs and lawyers,
And trouble with shrinks.
No one wants to fix my arm,
Guess they think it's self harm.
But no one tried the obvious,
Now I'm left to rot in the farm.
We're all stuck in a human zoo,
Thinking we control what we do.
But we're in a 3D video game,
Zombified robots with no clue.
So I'm sitting around,
Just pounding my ground.
I'm just slipping away,
Into a dream, with no sound.
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