Ticking clock.
Machines connected
Form the ritual.
What you call 'perfection' is
Engineered Emotion.
Stable,
Condition she remembers nothing at all.
Unsurprised,
Her death already had begun to fall
In the wrong direction,
Enginereed depression.
She wanna take her life
Carving her wrist with a plastic knife,
Gestures are showing,
Oh, she's never going for it.
She wanna have a thrill
Taking a million harmless pills,
Plan set in motion,
Craving Engineered Emotion.
Ten times,
We've been through all this,
It was nothing new.
We all know
The need for attention is what's killing you.
Manufactured pressure,
Engineered Emotion.
Everyday
Livin' her life
In a charade
Until she die.
Know that it won't
Ever be over.
She wanna take her life
Carving her wrist with a plastic knife,
Gestures are showing,
Oh, she's never going for it.
She wanna have a thrill
Taking a million harmless pills,
Plan set in motion,
Craving Engineered Emotion,
Taking pleasure in dysfunction.