who i am doesn't matter
i have to blend in
it's just so much simpler
to wear this false skin
i have to careful
not to show through the seams
or i'll be detected
by emotion machines
i only permitted
30 words a day spoken
and most of the time
i use them on slogans
at night in the sky
i stare at the stars
and know that they're tracking me
through the birthwire in my arm
our masks have no features
they're faceless and plain
no smile of pleasure
no wince of pain
into the framework
i'm electronically woven
every morning i wake
and drink obedience potion
i won't color
outside any of the lines
you'll make sure
i stay within the guidelines
sometimes i wonder
why we need this disguise
then i remember
it's a world of lies