I can't feel it, but I can hear its quiet machines
It looks at me, wise and disinterested, so I just let it be
I give in to my laziness, the flipside of my intellect
When I awoke, things had changed, my little friend was talking to me
"Soon you will be paralyzed, and I will teach you to be free"
But freedom's just another word, so I start singing like a bird
I know, it's not worth it to me
I know that I want you to leave
You nod your head, and softly sigh, begin to pack your things and go
You're angry and it's palpable, but I've still got my soul
I wonder what I gave away, but I'm more relieved than I can say