Turn me into a battery
If I get to be who I wanna be
No one, no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
The truth or a lie, this painting of thought
Black and white lines, vividity's drawn
Don't drown me in a sea of machines
Don't drown me in a sea of machines
Call me back in
Turn me into a battery
If I get to be who I wanna be
No "One", no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
To the sake of saying
But it's a ghastly through
It's like a child who's caught a fly alive, and is picking the wings off it
The universe is that sort of scheme, it's a trap
It's the thing that gives you hope
Always dangling possibilities in front of you
To keep you going, but then it grinds you up
Then it revives you a little like a master torturer
Keeping a person alive, in order to experience pain
(Call me back in)
No one, no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
No one, no prodigy
Will speak for me
I can't touch, I can't feel
A false prophecy
Turn me into a battery
Turn me into a battery
