Purse yoru lips until they're white Drag me kicking into the night Didn't I want to be free Or do I want to be right Only you can deprogram Only you can understand Only you can take the blade And cut (the gag) from my mouth The dusty book on your endtable Taught you how to make a leathal Fragmentary detonator From common household thoughts You put a fistful of salt (in my eyes) This is what it was like My thoughts My eyes My face My skin My heart My bones Are slowly Becoming Computerized