13 Nov 2011 02:15 pm
Welcome little boy
Our illustrious toy
We’ll show you how to feel
From a boy to a man
Take me by the hand and
I’ll show you how to see
Give you all the dreams
handed down to me
See the man kneeling down
Praying to his god, praying to his god
Old man do you wonder
Is your child to be pure?
Try to make him follow all of the rules
Will he make you proud by acting the right way
And my eyes are clouded by the dreams they made me see
It’s so hard for me to see what’s them and what is me
What is really me?
Will you make him colder
by making him bolder
Controlling all his feelings
A contrived machine
And my eyes are clouded by the dreams they made me see
It’s so hard for me to see what’s them and what is me
What is really me?