Am I not still
Did you not animate me
Are you electronic
Burning out, buzzing in
The keycard to my heart
Is fried, no longer reading properly
I’ve been fooled too many times
Hacked by anything with a pulse
Now, I have none
Plug and unplugged
My soul spins the same
Records for the searching
Lines for the down and distraught
Currents whiz through my head
And I write them down
Maybe I’ll distract myself
From the knife inserted in my throat
Desperate to destroy the wiring
That makes my rebellion so hard wired
